I hear she'd fall, Ha, she fell, Here she'd fall, Ha, she fell, Fallen on, Fallen on do we(??)
About Me
In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark. A token of esteem. Running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth. A wind rushes through the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors. I hide in one of these, number thirteen.
Barely concealed but hopeful Blackout Blackout!
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24 hours for the bicycle
go to: http://www.podilates.gr/ Posted by sodazoo on Thu, 15 May 2008 02:49:00 PST