Looking brass feeling brittle

Correspondent 06 October 2002 0 minutes read

Unbuuttoned my sleebves, Felt like a man alife. RTouched the circuit within and dazed a peanut.
If we is in so much trouble why is the midgets in charge? Not mwn but excuse. Never been holding the prize ever. Got nothing for noone except a pissy promise of a few bucks moree, and fguxckall promise of we ios better then they.
Meanwhile...
In a jar in New orleans is 50x10^3 atoms of anti matter! Fuck me dead. This we whittle out and slowly consume us all. Gradula. I can guarnetee armageddeon. exactly when you die loser.

Felt me knackers and they were fine..led upto hard rock dick..dont ya wish.

hey simone the best da was.

c'mon honey

nose in dirt. lost with her stars.I's threw a bottle that spangled on Chandler Hwy. And Is burnt a tyre for my brain.
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HAd mes a foam hammer called Fingilfon. Felt me hands on the face as Boznek creek burned. Come back to me.
Choo Choo across Chandler and heildelberg 2003.

Pithy Quote

But it does one good when the conscience receives extensive wounds, because they make it more sensitive to each prick. I believe one should only read the books that bite and sting. If a book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a punch on the head, what are we reading it for? . . . We need the books which affect us like a disaster, which pain us deeply, like the death of someone dearer to us than ourselves, like being lost in the woods, far from everyone, like a suicide, a book must be the axe for the frozen sea in us.