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Nice to see you out and about with all your friends.
Ya me 2 o wait there r no more friends on PSO thx 2 u playing pkmn.
I forgive you.
Ha, PSO. That brings back memories. Memories I can't unsee. . .
They haunt me from the darkest recesses of my mind. Rising to the surface only when I'm least expecting them to appear. Therefore, I always expect them to come for me. I see them in every corner, every darkened alley, every line to pick up my dry cleaning. I search for them. They hide from me now, afraid of what my new found insanity might drive me to do. But, their imagination is limited. What I'll do to them, even I can't fully comprehend. Oh, yes, they will see. You'll all see. . .
Got milk?
I'm about to go inside the time before last. Should I go back out first? Come over there. Make me a sandwich before you eat it much later. I see you hiding yourself from yourself hiding from me. It is the only reason I cannot see what I am seeing. Shut up on the sun and force me into defiance of your coercion of my defiance.
The ruse begins. How long will it take, I wonder?
Hello? You've missed the sparrow's mark.
The tomato grates itself over the state of anarchy. Tomato to my toe my tomato. Unfortunately means this means I win the lost game. The last lost game. Fast last lost game. It injures our antiques. Will they scream? Only if nobody is listening.
Listen to, the sounds they make. Bits and bits of cane, burning, burning, burning, bit by bit away. A breath of rockets shone like torches.
Credit lies out in the sun. The light reflects off four humble faces. We run with what they give us, but its beauty cannot be contained. Worthiness lies out in the moonlight, far from reach.
What the beeswax are they doing about that damned twitbag? I clam soup the holy parquetry. When you throng the wreaking of bivouac you take your frankness in the dark. Overall the gym shoes are totally piano sprung like madmen crushed beneath crisis point.
Well may you klingon to the pearly-hot necktie, but lolita never ghouls forever babbling sewers.
Gravy.
Found this while searching for books online:
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy?
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy!
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play, makes Jack, a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack!! A dull boy!!
^That post was perrywinkle perfect!
That statement is false! Quick, grab it before it gets away!
It wasn't but a day back that I found out my screw washer had a leak. It was fed up with all the pointless anime I was smelling. That was before I was attacked by the walruses. They stole all my peanut butter and jelly stock, so they could feed their own stuck up selfish worms. Not that I cared very much. I had said goodbye to her just a week before than. A kiss on the cheek, and a teary hello, and she was out of my life forever. Forever as in for a week. But that didn;t stop the keyboard from smelling funny. No not one bit. One by one the peices started falling together, and I saw the bigger picture. Life wasn't meant to spend locked behind bars. It was meant to be found in a nickel jar amongst all the golden delicious dasies.
Get to the escape pods people!! only the Walrus can save us now!! With his mighty Walrus beams!!
Vader...I am your son!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!
I can't hear with these clouds in my ears.
Ha, Ha! I AM THE WALRUS!!!!!
Beatlemania
Exactly what I was thinking of when I typed ''The Walrus''
I cannot adhere to the fondling infite time of banana's theory. The state of Korea in which kills the forged jerky to the loaf of butter-lock, but as the bluejay hears, I say that music enters a man's pipe through the candle of timeless sorrow. Please do not try to quote the leading magician in his attempts to quell the broken snake merge. When the arms of Mars destroy a simpleton narcotic badger I will solve the relative chimp. Philosophy musicians have no earlobes as they can only drum to the farms on twenty of the left broken thermometer. I have values in my nostrils in which will smite the victim of July's summer baby.
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i fear that we are desplending into admess
What hath they wrought upon our flowery mess of flour?
They hath wrought the cheese of 1,761 post count that the metal man destroyed. Due to the legimants of frozen capsule gum, I shalt not eat of the baron flour chimp. For let not the moon's legs that the harp must not lend. I cannot find a pullover's missing limb, as for the missing linger, she has left the arm in Connecticut. It is of importance that the forders of missing hills link to the primeates. There may be no juice left.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mzzkc