Myself.AIM — FineBlackPimp
Music is like a searing arrow. Hot and jagged like a fire. Searing. Yellow. Maybe shreds of purple, maybe shreds of purple. Or magenta. I stay close this arrow. this aardvark. till it is too close to love. like a pickled cucumber-pickle for short.
Brewster McCloud.
I was in a college sanitarium, one time close to the end of fall. I stumbled upon a book. It was entitled: "Art the formitable decline of high society, television, and everything else following the circumphrence of a line" After reading it is came to the conclusion that television. Is similar to the life of a nose, but more specificly a nostril. The nostril of perhaps a whale.
1. Art the formitable decline of high society, television, and everything else following the circumphrence of a line. 2. Untie your tie eit rouy eitnu Because there isn't a care that isn't practical enough for a nazi 3. Yes? 4. No? (these two books were a set, of 3 parts each, I do not feel inclined enough to list each of the three parts. If you really want to find them IM me, i will be happy to share them.
There is an old saying, well it's probably more of an adage: "He who knows yet what he can't know, can't know what yet there isn't, so this is what the hero shall know after confronting himself not yet listening, not yet listening." - Patrick Doyle McCarvin. From his novel "Yes?" Part 2. I think this is completely assistance from as a barrel. but i all i you and i please the yes under goose milk and the yes, but this this is 88.