is it the dreaming that makes people nauseous? or maybe its the broad space or lack of. i don't know.
ok sounds fine in reference to a point taken. reading all night reading all day reading reading reading. and i cant get a job but i found someone willing to pay big money for my aupair services. he said i'd get the master bedroom and instantly my dad shooed the psycho away.
yelling there's trouble up front. yelling YELLING yellow.
oh how i miss something that isnt here. its a juicy mango. it's zesty pad thai with the kick of life. with the knack of spice. with people standing in line to get a taste of........ freedom. humor. humongous. tongues. waiting.
and me? i am one too. i am one to wait a while for something worth being cheeky.
what do you want today? everything i want is in sanfrancisco's belly.
it's too late? not when your the squid and the whale.
oh america, how i miss you.
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