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.

Tell me about them.

BELLY!

Squeeling with glee, looking at me, thirteen little bees,

thirty minus twenty seven plus ten fees;

fleeting flees a see of seas.

I Find A Golden Twelve.

One out of eleven.

Semen of men, numbered ten.