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Jun 29, 2008 20:12

Dear Diary:
Happiness is a dissected sheep heart.

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:18:01 UTC
Ewe to me are everything, the sweetest song that I can sing, oh baby.



Oh baby.

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:18:24 UTC
Ewe whet my appetite.

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:22:13 UTC
I am fairly certain that at the heart of this grotesque journal entry is love.

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:23:16 UTC
But of course! The Panciterias only talk of love, you know that.

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:23:25 UTC
Ewe know that, too.

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:23:43 UTC
Ewe betcha.

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:31:25 UTC
Ewe say ewe'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbor in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is ewe

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:31:41 UTC
Ewe2?

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:31:59 UTC
Ewe know it!

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dyames_d_lawyer June 30 2008, 13:31:36 UTC
aaawww...lichi pagka lami sa balak. kun ingon ani kalami ang ewe, na hala, usa ka kilo day, beh!

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panciteria July 2 2008, 00:09:58 UTC
Unsa nga pagka-islays, ser? Nipis o baga?

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justgrey June 30 2008, 00:31:38 UTC
What?! No formalin? How the hell you gonna preserve that beauty?

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panciteria June 30 2008, 00:32:25 UTC
My spit -- it's good for everything.

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