pop one out
environmental
governess
shinkansen (meaning bullet train in japanese)
water bottle...
...and...
chuckle
welcome to the list of words that continues to creep me out.
chim chimmery ho ho- i took the longest rainiest bike ride in the world (yeah, that long) today, all the way down to the marina where the tide was so high that i thought that i woud accidentlly become a swimming person. and also enjoy it, accidntally. man, i spent all day with tons of boys., and i think that i am indeed a boy. i mean that would explain a lot. joey sucks at using his words, but he's so eager to do so., you can just see it in his eyes and then you can hear it in his shrill growls. i feel very close to him without knowing him very well, and what's strange is that he feels the same way about it. there is something like a paradox hiding in there. there are things like aliens hiding in outer space, and yes, we need to contact them., and yes they are the cosmic paradox. we need to leave records on vinyl on spaceships to be launched into the depths of emptiness for them to discover. intergallactic brothers and sisters unite! and untie!!!! we must unite to untie the intergallactic shoes that bind our collective intergallactic feet, for they are worn through the rubber; for they are dingy despots of leakage!!! i suppose this is one of those entries that 'lisha will have to get stoned to read. rad, it's a good time here in calcutta.. just don' forget to bring it all home.
governess
shinkansen (meaning bullet train in japanese)
water bottle...
...and...
chuckle
welcome to the list of words that continues to creep me out.
chim chimmery ho ho- i took the longest rainiest bike ride in the world (yeah, that long) today, all the way down to the marina where the tide was so high that i thought that i woud accidentlly become a swimming person. and also enjoy it, accidntally. man, i spent all day with tons of boys., and i think that i am indeed a boy. i mean that would explain a lot. joey sucks at using his words, but he's so eager to do so., you can just see it in his eyes and then you can hear it in his shrill growls. i feel very close to him without knowing him very well, and what's strange is that he feels the same way about it. there is something like a paradox hiding in there. there are things like aliens hiding in outer space, and yes, we need to contact them., and yes they are the cosmic paradox. we need to leave records on vinyl on spaceships to be launched into the depths of emptiness for them to discover. intergallactic brothers and sisters unite! and untie!!!! we must unite to untie the intergallactic shoes that bind our collective intergallactic feet, for they are worn through the rubber; for they are dingy despots of leakage!!! i suppose this is one of those entries that 'lisha will have to get stoned to read. rad, it's a good time here in calcutta.. just don' forget to bring it all home.