i love the word cuppuccino...now lets smoke some moonijuana
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-Kinetics-I don’t hear anything in my voice, inthe sour din of hot breath and scrapeof wooden stool, there’s never enough forsyncopated composure. So it’s two timesfor wariness, for appearances andit’s that familiar situationthat crawls on dim lights and tired eyes. I knowto feel my lungs and lift my wrists at the baseof my spine, to make a circuit of neatnessaround the shriek and skull pounding homogenyfor that old, old.I may not hear anything at all, but I feeland my blood sings on the deliciouscontract of my joints.www.myspace.com/kaliwrites
fire fighters, some police, u.s. coast gaurd, red cross, military, fema, teachers, my mother, father, sister and the american people who put others before themselves in the face of tragedy...and your mother. fuck you daso