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t'was what it was, the dear leaves floating above my head, the apple blossoms, the candy cane game, eating the postage, spitting out gloves for a rainy afternoon. sharing, just staring and sharing an...
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 01:36:00 GMT |
working ears of bunnies |
It was a go. then stop. the bunnies ate a lot of food yesterday. hey, what you saying? just that, the bunnies are way up on caloric intake. the bunnies run a good spot across the universe.. yeaa...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 11:13:00 GMT |
ratspitting |
furthermore, the rasher of bacon sat definitively amok and delorean spinach, which is really good for you, though i like it cooked. in other words, when is the walking shoe company arriving at my doo...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 23:55:00 GMT |
yaspersis |
i like sparkly stuff. (carry on).
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:11:00 GMT |
as the knoweth knows |
happy happy happy happpy happpy haaapyy happyzap zaphappyzappy happyzappy zap happy hap zap.thus turns the applepages of the days. thus sayeth them all. thus eateth them all. happiness sayeth it be...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 21:33:00 GMT |
Blikki the Blogg Dogg |
ok, blikki, where you goin'? blikki walks around, headed up north, then turns south. The interesting day wore a nightgown of salad, thought blikki. the dogg was blogged out. turned east. the ligh...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 22:37:00 GMT |
lively life do you hear that?? jitter if possible. |
the hand was very busy, like a lot of reconnectors.... doghands, activity was part of life, the bottle is stopped up, the bottle is empty, the emptiness is shattered. the day is hurt to the bottom ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 17:49:00 GMT |
razzle |
automatic automation actually assisting the automaton, arguably after assaulting artists - awaken!
Posted by on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 01:40:00 GMT |
rapt attention |
the day startled the pickle set out on the road of LIFE, yes, LIFE, setting out startled with pickles in the lunch sack. tearing the shoulder out of the spittle was a thankless job of surrender,...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 11:34:00 GMT |
rached and the reaping |
titles are automotive, yes the subject is reaping and is automatic. say, is that an automatic automotive? the things are complaining. i do not want to point a finger at things, but things ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 11:21:00 GMT |
