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Friday, December 4, 2009

4:02AM

What it basically boils down to is why shouldn't I fall and build a hurricane that made life, life, and leave a life in the flesh to move a hurricane in our likeness with a prat and a jr. killer carp in training made out of the abortion we're all killing and hanging in three different pathways of voids when I can say life and death is beauty and love and devotion and trust and faith and friendship and family, without doing so.

That besides I don't think you want me anywhere near my doppelgangers moving the black ocean for my prefered politic, nor do I think you'ld approve of my method of hanging him.

She'll build to her specs, and my spider will build to mine.

There's plenty of time left though. haha And I may. That Christian Black Hair Dead Pool bullshit got me pumped up.

1:43AM

Sunnyside-up glass wine bottle of unadulterated black hair of evil, in plus & jr. sizes. They'll make you think it's live. But god damn it's alive nevertheless, to the chagrin of just a few I'm assured.

Also, landslide (victory):

Thursday, December 3, 2009

9:17PM - ABS OF STEEL, 100% BOLIVIAN BALLS OF FIRE & MORE GUNS THAN YOU CAN SHAKE AN ANTI-ZEN KOAN STICK AT

I'm dangerous. Remember Blackhawk down? I've my Om #F & if I have to fireman's carry him forever on foot until we get this right that's what I'm going to do.

There's only one more who knows how badly I want to drop the dogs of plonk before fading to color, but God willing I still have faith and principles.

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