nothing taking from it/happy/keeping out the insects


sunlight 7:20pm early september.


i'm so glad u like that cd though i knew it would be right up your alley I love it. If my cd player worked, I would listen to it more than I do. I seem to always listen to it in the car on the way home late at night. hell yeah the first song always makes me think of sunny breezy saturdays though It's a good cd. I never seem to have time to go and order them though. As do I. And brownies. its just the san francisco way i suppose <> you know, one day we'll walk around sydney, admiring the modesty of the houses and the lack of disappointed people

clinging onto nothing And then we'll realize that maybe selling the elephant wasn't such a bad idea. at least he's happier now, sailing the south china seas Aren't you glad that we packed him the "How to eat sushi and be pleasant" book? it was a wise investment, i remember when we went and got that book downtown that night The night when the stars were sending down parachutes and the crackers were half off. something smashing against the paper and all the ritzy soho folk were bickering about fine wine and cheese, and we were just like "excuse us, there's an elephant to buy for this evening" And the women in red... they got no game, and they know this So they are unwound and hurried sometimes i wonder why they even do what they do, don't they miss the sounds of the leaves in the breeze? I would if I had to wear red earmuffs all the time. candy coated actioneven in september. the horrors!

That must make the potatoes angry. if they saw what was going on in the convention halls, i can understand their reactions Indeed! What with the rabid beets and the veterans.
you know who you are with these days its all downtown julie brown, but back in the day there was more to thursday mornings in the backyard than television Wasn't that when we lived on Keepiston St, and we played hockey with the squirrels? yes! the same time the old cat lady across the street won the scratch and win, and painted the sidewalk pink And the sailors walked down the street in sponges so they didn't get their pants pink.something outside raining cuz lord knows, come back on board with pink pants, there goes your share of the stove top stuffing. after it all


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