Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Pain
This is not pain but it hurts all the time. But everyone is being lame. But you know me I'm the same like always. Only the one that will work is at the store and my friends are sore. The core is not very far from the car. There are some cards in the seat behind my feet. There I have a long beard to my feet so I have to leap to get away from the hair. Don't stare at me I'm going to punch you with some fudge then threw you off the sludge. You are on to tell the story from the fall. But you are in the hall of shame. There you are, the only one to call the one.
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