Tuesday, September 26, 2006

spinnaker globules (one fifty-thousandth chances)

Rest, thy nostrils in contusion, thy allotropes of disgust fluoresce, thy messengers doze in the midday sun. Perhaps in the blue envelope merry be a minstrel labrador. Minus Semiackroyd and Semimurray.
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