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Mulcho Hiatus
Contributed by
Lee
on
Friday, 28th October 2005 @ 04:10:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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Just like the fink dictates. I born of crumples and suds suckled skates. Test the waters of indecency kind to gorging. There are three jumping beans in my soup bowl. Outside the window of the Spade's Ankle I can see now clearly beads of perspiration hanging on the neck of the neckless hanging slingslosher bird.
"Ouch! That happenstanced to be my jungle headknobber, if you'll allow for such harsh yorkishness."
Frantsel Poodletunnelcucumber always had to half the last lalf.
"I'll cyderplastre the igloo walls if you'll veddle nest upper adjunct_which you will seagrass."
Effectos non miercoles in the vector accordion. I've always wanted to drop a twenty cent penny in a time shard pool to calculate the distance of a Pigglywigwearer's perception.
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Lee
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2005-10-28 16:10:34] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Mulcho Hiatus
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 13th February 2006 @ 04:24:27 AM AEST (User
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Dear Lee...
there is nothing fresh in the flesh.
there is nothing new under the sun.
remember your first love...
Joshua |
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