i_am_a_pinata crOwl we sell ourselves like a pinata. smash me into pieces and inside of me you will not find candy. instead there will be rotten cheese. 060622 ... two I am a pile of torn-apart garishly-colored papier mache. 060624 ... nom i am a pineapple 060625 ... birdmad i am 1ooo_origami_cranes in progress 060626 ... crOwl i am a dead fish, mouth open on a bed of ice. 060627 ... crOwl hit me with a baseball bat, unless you hit your father first, and when i break apart you will not find anything. just a lot of bad breath and foul language. 061207 what's it to you? who go blather from