| full_blown_ass_parakeet | ||
| paste! | it's what's for lunch esp. after jacknifing. | 011215 |
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| not tonya |
orange juice boots marching like violets, grr_bacon caterpillars and eyeballs eyeball on my octopus, eyeball |
011215 |
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| bloody potato chip |
i float like a sandwich waterlogged through the valley of the coke machine, and turn to rudy and say...? can't we at least belong to a guild of ducklings springing forth from an ivory spare tire? |
011215 |
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| god | prepare for drift into the forest of foam. it's real far away, and right close to home. | 020501 |
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| jenny sans dots | the ass of a parakeet is a microscopic feather at the end of the tail. very hard to locate. nearly impossible to kick. | 040407 |