Saturday, August 22, 2009

53, 7

And so I screamed again.

My mother grabbed it out of my hands...something for the body, keepsaking

employment on any basis

63 men had passed through the room that night.

bare and sentient, a wall has little to do with what goes on round it and if you're fixing to think about running for office all the calendars will swim before you spitting off your hourly commitments. Spare the goods, wistful in this heat.

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