Thursday, March 05, 2009

Tirede (Between Asleep and Awake)

Oh Fire Emblem, the Chieftain makes the prettiest remarks in regards to your benevolent hotel rooms. Fall, motel rooms. FlyfullspeedbreackneckcrackBOOMyou've got to stip the bleeding.

If I was of sound mind and could extradite the whole group of you anarchist thuggs, I would have. All the waking up with typewriter keys under fingers, the problem is they get gummy and they trry to stick on.

What it is with the wsawllling x x x swallowing, as long as we're rewinding grab these, grab my fooot, i forget whywe're fighting so lets say it was valid and i won.

This was entered as an adventure tAKEN PLACE WITHIN THE REALMS OF N,M. ( NOTE: I WOKE UP PANNICKED AND READ THE LAST SENTEN CE AND IT'S NOT MINE. sOMEONE ELSE CAN CLAIM IT, I DONT GIVE A

tHIRST? IT WAS MORE ABOUT FOAM-CONTROL.
pISS WAS DIZZY HEAt FELT WRONG LOOKED WRONG SMELLED right

I wish you could see this, the letter framing in soft, at channels set three dementia. it's like this foam has moved in for good, But really we have to discuss the premonition phenomoni this. vent piece GR+ID

Terndu ty syd, the Piano March lights for you, and this candle raised a war ghost.


Iff i take the heel in my voice, the foam will go out of control. the dog will be LOUD freeking out freeking out SOMEONE SE T THE CONTROLS FOR THES E KNEES WRO NG. myspit has entered that city, that city of texture and false sentiments
bk n frth bk n frth

W e have to, have to stop the sugar. It tries to smothher the colorfull; and licking went as chaoticc as pland

I will now try marching if marching means stomping nauseous to the mirro r and seeing a gray-green monsterchilld unbliink at you

my alarm is the eighth bit.