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Post by chaney on Feb 15, 2005 22:31:31 GMT -5
i think that 2005 is the year of the belt, the house, and the flower. mildew will grow on the side of my neck as i stare into the basement and call the infant back. in the darkness i perceive unseen eyes, but the fact is: i'm watching them too. how much of the moon is missing tonight, harold? 5/8, by my estimate, but i'm no astronomer. three circles and one triangle. colors don't matter. move the magnets and make words. my big toes are violent, they have emotional issues, and these problems manifest physically as holes in my shoes. electricity is expensive. if i violent a hole in my arm and press it against a mirror, will it look as sweet? not if i can't open the can, and five million tons of sand doesn't much help that problem, does it ralph? shove, shove.
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Post by reyler on Feb 25, 2005 15:23:39 GMT -5
didn't you say at some point that you were going to try sobriety for a whiley?
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Post by chaney on Feb 26, 2005 7:16:54 GMT -5
you know, i don't think i did.
i keep getting spam at the same spot in my list of received emails, always dated february 14. i delete it every time i see it, but it always comes back in the same place, dated feb 14. the actual ad is never the same. usually it has something to do with mortgage rates.
i would like for my nose to be dry.
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Post by reyler on Mar 1, 2005 12:09:45 GMT -5
maybe i was thinking of when you had to go off pot long in preparation for a pre-job drug test. oh, and: it must be bunnies!
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Post by chaney on Mar 13, 2005 15:25:08 GMT -5
goooooooooooobbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb...
PRONOUNCE THAT.
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