Boy Laughs And Computer Burns

Monday, September 23, 2002


JANUARY 1993
Fair Helen; make me immortal with a kiss. I am a funny horse. There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. I hugged my tree. My God - feel the balance in this puppy! I keep looking for my raft. Maybe if I feathered my bangs. In Heaven’s name - what am I doing? Two O-levels and a budgerigar. The age of heavy scrubbing could be coming to an end. Take another step and I’ll fill you full of potassium. I’m sure glad I’m not the elephant. It just doesn’t get any better than this. It’s pink and blue, shaped like a fish - I’m offering a small reward. I’m holding the window and half of the plant. The bomb was not imaginary. You’re wearing a pillow. I’m as thick as a tree. I’ll kill those tits. I’m a locksmith, and I’m a locksmith. The brick won’t talk. Watch the thumbs! I’m happy because love is beautiful with you. There’s me and then there’s God. People do not become dogs when they die. The man in the moon came tumbling down and asked the way to Norwich. I’d love to tear this baby apart. Do I look like me to you? Eight presidents is February. Meanwhile in Madagascar a watchful eye must be kept on the public pump. Shall we have a go at it?


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