I told you I was ill.
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September
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- I am not quite you, but almost
- Self-justification
- Will I have my smell and my pain when, destroyed, ...
- JuicyLucy, 32, London
- The Principal consoles
- Today, these peaches have not reached the precise ...
- I saw a man pursuing the horizon
- The trick to juggling demands is determining which...
- In the middle of autumn do you hear yellow explosi...
- Say hello to your people
- A speed dating event is probably not the right for...
- Seeing red
- Take me in your arms and love me
- Speak - but keep yes and no unsplit
- And the scripture was fulfilled
- The poor and the needy are selfish and greedy
- Mugs
- There's the girl that left me bitter, want to pay ...
- We don't know, you know, we don't know, do we?, wh...
- We are one flesh with the night
- A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering
- How many dumb ones? Seventeen.
- Have faith my son
- Come, Armageddon! Come!
- I always keep a bottle near
- Is there at all anywhere in this lavender sky?
- Did rocks react? Try to recall
- What you toss they'll jaw up well
- An idea bred to idiocy by the clear sight-lines ahead
- Every hillock, an obstacle
- The fracas of desire collates us in an endgame
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3 comments:
This report is dated, but still insightful.
maybe a bit of high cholesterol too. you gonna die anyway, right, mr p, so why f....bother!
Switch. That's fantastic.
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