Shot Manure (Humans Are Weird Period)
and if i did not have to go to work tomorrow i would happily starve this evening into a memorial of its former self
and while i trip myself up over the strangeness of why my new manager seems to have no social skills towards me
you may fine ditty harder to believe than a swastika that from my life ex spear re ince the most likely ex plan aye
shun is that he has homosexual feelings for me so i am just gonna run with that oh it does so come in waves so it does
and if china are to build ginormous buses that cars can drive under then maybe some horses ate some grass yesterday
it is not uninteresting but being a computer programmer i could tell you things about the future that are far more
interesting mister man things that would blow your mind right off uncle thomas and a white zimbabwean told me that
the reason africa did not develop technologically like europa is because life was perfect there and there was no need to
think outside the box or adapt to any difficult surroundings but that begs the question well why did people leave
the area then i will be come a wreck loose shot by a long knot first to the answer that everyone is questioning
i dont believe in serendipity thick frame with a big barrel belly and a handlebra mustache wearing rubber and chains
peddling drugs but a nice bubble seat on his poetic driving license do you have a wedding dress i could borrow for
the wedding scene in berlin i mean a leather trousers for the leather scene they hang out in knee keep keen candelabras
for hour upon our pleading soil one door closes and another one bites the rusty haired munchkins poolside etiquette
right off every cloud has a certain amount of water vapour contained within its borders he kept felt like saying he
kept gourmet samples of persian felt tip pens in a special drawer in her bedroom nostalgian shepherd he was with his
friends namely alcohol music notebook and pen when music wasnt recordable and playbackable in the privacy of ones home
it must have been mind blowing to go and hear an orchestra perform a symphony but when you are seven years old you will
steal a gland from your pony and arbitrarily cycling around a strange city slightly drunk and headphones loud is far
more than it is cracked up to be so get a blender and blend some food with some other food in remembrance of tolstoy
