Tuesday, December 05, 2006

copper plated dirigible machines

plesiosaurs simmer upon the nigh night drenched crater strewn scar-pitted landscape: awaiting thy ducks? It's a masterful miseloquencies: glue the guide's nostrils to the ackle-bird. Amung! Amung! Cry not the Insult Periscope for mayhaps only a massage let to gone and awaiting a dross reply. Oh pleugh! Oh plague carrying vesicles of ambiguity!

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