wildly whomping wonderful wall rats.

Mar 16, 2006 21:54

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i can't believe he said that. what a tool. what a tool.
personally, i like mine with crystals, but the charcoal gets lately over this side of the evening. but to bed.
i can jump, you can too!
in an enormous room at the top of the graduate library we'll be waiting, next to a jade tree chained to the ceiling, beside a jar of mouldy water, and mouldy bread, and moldy yoghurt, next to a glade of melted fish we sat singing of the colours.
in a forest of green homing pigeons i took aim, and after a fight with grandmother time, we decided to take lunch, take tea, to take nonsense, to take lessons, and put their questions to good use.
after a dip in the jello pool he took his towel to the side of the wall. there he commenced to dry.
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