Jun 26, 2007 21:27
It started with nine. Too big to be allowed, they chopped off two and we floundered into this sea, one by one. A different sea, the water is black. And then we drifted here, onetwothreefourfiveSIXSEVENEIGHT.
They carried one too far away testing1212.
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But seven will be a luckier number.
Leaf on the wind, leaf on the wind. It's coming soon. Fang xin.
...But that's as may be. Pneumonia gets us all in the end - snakes are frozen in the snow. Little girl, little girl, are your fingers turning blue? Little snake on a rock, tongue out, tongue in, in-out, in-out. Thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude; thy tooth is not so keen.
Captain, the weather is trying to swallow me. Orders?