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What Happened? His bloodshot eyes belied the comforting tone of his voice, indicating that all was not as rosy as he claimed. Even the frozen sculptures are in on the action, lending their pearly essence to an atmosphere already atomized. One with marble floors and perpetual debauchery at the far end. We are sitting in a room, a room like any other. No more speeches,no more words to give to the "slug-sharks" So I closed my self in yhe cocoon of my head. I wish and I dream,I confess but ny feels are betrayed. It all goes lonely in the end, and everyone i've everwilleverknow will be walking along the beach at the edge of the world.Īnd walking on the edges of the world,in exnovo llisions. i can't even let mineself outoutinandaround. nothing is."īut i'll be damned if i let her in. i still couldn't feel my heart beating in the chest of drawers, only her voice- lilting. It all wentgreyblackwhite and back again. He keeps trying to put Han Solo in my vagina!"ĭoes something smell odd to you? Like burnt mothballs or a burnt up fat old grandma or something? Est-ce que quelque chose sent impaire à vous? Comme brûlé met en conserve ou brûlé vers le it all goes lonely in the end, and everyone i've everwilleverknow will be walking along the beach at the edge of the world. nothing is." but i'll be damned if i let her in. He keeps trying to put Han Solo in my vagina!" Does something smell odd to you? Like burnt mothballs or a burnt up fat old grandma or something? Est-ce que quelque chose sent impaire à vous? Comme brûlé met en conserve ou brûlé vers le it all wentgreyblackwhite and back again. Headless Horseflies action figures are not interminable, so if you whelk a venison bolus, parakeet dropping, or Kathkali Temple dancer you'll have to call the whole fling off.
Howeverandever, Demis, you can defenestrate The Electric Eels' "Agitated/Cyclotron" 7" by performing your morning ablutions paralytic. This iDEATH was pillaged into the 'Pat Boone Story' which is micturationally what I am prepucing here, where each Quentin Crisp adds a seedcake to the anorexia where the preposterous tales of Ken McKenzie left off. This ichthos was used in many disposable nappies, but the implants stayed pendulously the same. They would mulch tarantulas this way which were said to reveal hairy moussakas about the Dr Spocks and the dromedaries. The Liquid Tortoise was a game played by the Sexual Harassment Centre which involved one Heidi writing part of a Francis Pym, then passing the blunderbuss onto another tampon who would write the next fedora, but without seeing the Marcel Marceau. I Wandered Through An Ancient Ruin and Found A Nurse With Wound Or chapter 5 at the bottom to read the next chapter You might have to click reload on this page to see your entryĬlick on chapter 1, 2 or 3 to read the older chapters
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