luftwaffe_medals_hit_the_floor Die Simcoein Move. Go. Something shifts, remnant traces fall prey to brooms and Lysol. First one, then another, and then there were none, but - Ah! My eyes were closed in brief moments of joy while you were in your otherworld. Urges of childhood (what did I say?!) yes, child, the id ran wild. You can't take it with you, It sleeps between the cracks of the hardwoods, and hides in the hollows of the drain, And you are walking backwards in seven-league boots. (All the girls around her say she’s got it coming, but she gets it while she can.) Get back to where you once belonged. Outlast? Hardly, and what a shock; stomp, heave, vomit. 010828 ... erin the luftwaffe i need a popsicle. 010828 ... erin the luftwaffe get back, Loretta. 010828 ... god i knew this vietnamese girl when i was 4. she was 4 too, i think. she used to take me to a mattress under a willow tree, and rub my feet. we would go to her mom's trailer, and mom would say something in vietnamese, then give me a popsicle. i quit going over there when we got a tv.i wish i would have stayed with her longer. 020111 what's it to you? who go blather from