Getting ready. Wiaiting for the creative juices to start flowing. Rising. Rising. Rising. Fading. Rising. Ahhh yes, here it is.
If Popcorn won the nobel prize, would the penguins on Pluto stage a revolt? Now the goose egg crys as his stereo plays, because john denver isn't what he once was. To be or not to be orange, thats the question my necklace gave to me. Kittens die when u masterbate, and alex trebeck masterbates alot. So what do you say to a golden ray, that shot out of my ass? What once was today, is now yesterday, except for nathans red rash. (we won't say where).
If you have found meaning in what I have wrote, you are very sad.
Fading. Fading. Fading. Gone.
12:17 a.m. - 2002-03-15
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