m(7,5/) ___Regenua Don’t see you here in the universe, a network so fast it cools; if you’re connected ____________ drop me amt lambda’d frosty____________________Regebua 2 nut
U bein’ Montagued ______ @ _____-Willow Facility
in front of the negroes_____ @ _____You going to make it?
in a shrinkin’ market
Flannelled by surv–
Geb badges a joola
auvarice god damn you S._|d.s.
Dellae Walter Spin Dellavu
Pretended I was in front of James Watt. Pretended I was Lady Professor Joan. Don’t make any difference. Said want to just see if I want to go to high school. Which is itself candy-asser like a boss, a paddy, kind of hippie-chicks ahead really sincere. But, I’m stoned, varlets. In the pate with a ratchet. Feel like shit. Lieutenant, take the Sergeant to loot our local Indian band, the Kumeyaay. Do you have enough rain?
I found more, Mom. A skull in Junior’s head. Odd, a part of my brother head.Ossified putterrand.
You are one just fooling around. No wonder there’s no future in it.
It takes more to get onscreen cutaways
acting; do I talk throughout? It’s a lot more work. Past is over a barrier, so harder is just worse, you’re (Me!) twoed, lattices behind. Almost chaolf–compos\ition-book sane, destination n-bilinear unital 5. Worsening.
Lt, never move, data…|/
aisle. Failed to survey. One point: I felt so bad I didn’t survey any other points, nigger. Did my friends. Did they either redeem their poisoned apple? Crispy-dent. I want to use the same-injured ad hoc poisons and leave above the parallel in question taps for the Red/Blue Canadian Mounties. Puttin’ my neck on the block for net five, netting five years, chickenshit cops. Is that okay, or…? You gone? Stomach, ne’er-do wells. See, on a bivouac I wear compounds whose attraction to the following urbans:
Use a wig for ourselves.
Leave ’em what they are;
off, once, twice, off.
You’re never coming back._________________ products
THURSDAY ___________________ 9696969
I’m thirsty. _______________________ Be quiet! I don’t know what day this–that is. If you were a pound of beef jerky you’d know when three days were up. I love you, Mommy.