21 07 2008
I’m back.

Random spasms attack the bottom region of celluloids.

Today is the day for gnawing on branches.

Xerxes was your mother, thirty times is the number.

The interested politicians greet each other at the funeral of honesty.

Hard to be a frying hat-trick, right?

When will the organization be colonized to meet my needz?

General Monkey-Bandit always steals my last cookie.

Don’t eviscerate the organs.

Forget about furthering the cause.

It won’t work.

(originally written 2/6/08 )



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