that reminds me of somebody I used to know. you know pretty mary k? everything reminds me of her. we said a fond farewell on alameda at in the twilight. now as i take a walk down memory lane and look watch a shooting star, i think about how i didn't miss misery. oh well, okay, everybody cares, everybody understands. at first I didn't understand how everyone could have seen how things are hard, and i was going nowhere. now i could drive all over town, or bottle up and explode. either/or.
oh, you're just singing a ballad of big nothing between the bars!!
you can't pluralize a plural! was it the POLE'd town? but that was the olDEN days, wouldn't it have been the olPOLE days? now i'm just all confused that's just cupid's trick at 2:45 AM to make me say yes to pictures of me!
in the OLDEN DAYS it was called the OLD TOWN and it was in POLAND but apparently it has migrated to denmarks. or would the plural of denmarks be denmarken? :o also speed trials to alphabet town prevent me from being kind~
thxthx~ hmmph. so it's all about taking the easy way out for you, i suppose?
gl2u~~ i am rooting for you. oh, i just told the biggest lie.
*sneeze* words cannot describe engine heart, telephone wires, water and sleep. brb going to small town with la familia.
the sweepstakes prize is a million miles away! you have gone sugaring on the archipelago! and now, NOW, NOW!!! you've got POLLEN on your nose.
the advisory committee has a recommendation: monument on mt. st. helens.
c'mon miracle! look at the apples in the trees! after you left, there was cold, cold water, until the sun dried it all up, and your body below floated to the garden!
