Sunday, April 25, 2004

can't expect terrible but invite terrible to the door. as door reminds us of slave rate, of practice on the bias, on overdose until, then that's the sheer rhyme to execute in minutes. then it is more terrible, nothing to lose. we sat out all that in an excuse, ruffle of spring day and that battle line. we could examine all circus strokes, in the margins of letters writ for beauty's sake, while still a margin report remembers us to one and all. there isn't much that isn't much nowadays, all can be sent to the doctor for a full detail play it all yourself. this is so smooth!

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