Boy Laughs And Computer Burns

Monday, September 30, 2002


AUGUST 2000
This chicken should be ashamed of himself. She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero. There's a quality of serenity in Finnish tearooms that you just can't argue with. Them's stockings you're wearing, not tights. I want to be nuzzled. Thank you for reminding me what colour are the eyes of love. The wall just exploded. I was the one getting groped by your monkey. The neck is so much more erotic. Orifice pour crayon. Would you like to take a nap with me? Don't sell that cow. I look over my shoulder, but there's no one following. I am staying put for reasons my heart knows. She keeps stroking our chicken. Worker bees can leave. I bet he's never touched a cow in his life. Don't invert stuff. No wonder I couldn't find Omaha. Pulling her clothes up, wrenching the brown stockings. This lingerie makes me feel. There goes the point. Nothing some money, nothing of Swiss. Tell the oven I love her. Dance; ball; washing; custard; magic ships. And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery. But the real danger lies with the camels. It's important to have clean money. I've never found anything worth keeping. This lingerie does it for you. The girls are all so pretty.


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