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We move on to other things.
To serve to another king's
fantasies; erased, fortunes sing.
Past the patron saint of the silver sky.
Sitting on the balance of the wind and rye.
Waiting to strike from a distance on high.
So I was watching psychoanalysm cartoons, yeah I have no idea what they are either, but they're super cool. You should check them out.
Then this fairly large african-american woman burst into my room, demanding that I rip her heart out and eat it. Something about bypassing the fat.
I told her that I couldn't, because I was talking to Tropical Paradise and watching these psychoanalysm cartoons. I mean what could be cooler right? Talking to Lauren and watching cartoons. (we're having an affair btw, jordy)
Then this happened.
I need an idea. (because my careness about blogs = nil)
a one word topic or tangent will do.
Squeeling with glee, looking at me, thirteen little bees,
thirty minus twenty seven plus ten fees;
fleeting flees a see of seas.
Semen of men, numbered ten.