Mar 05, 2007 20:55
ouch.
when people say ouch when they run into your elbow do you yell i do i yelled yesterday and birttany hit head and was cross i was not cross jesus dies for our sins on the cross everytime she is cross angels wings fall off when crosses are burned yellow jacket eyes and bette davis smiles melt the hearts of those nonbelieveing. when we die do we die or are the caves more cavernous within the walls of our mind the past and present help me to see what mistakes i have made and will make within the next ten seconds. the drooping drooping and falsities surround me incessantly. to thatpoint that i enojy more than others. by others i mean my peers and not piers. bisecting the jovial concretious concoction, i am the hero's journey and the hero all in one. and one for all said the 100 grand to the baby ruth. 3 muskateers felt badly as he had overslept. hubris is my hamartia, and you are mine as well. we sit and sit and sit and swell. those pourous puritanical beliefs you tote are not your own, but those of our forefathers, those who dies trying to abort themselves.