Tuesday, November 26, 2002

mammans are in such trouble.

mammans are bullshit.

mammans always ruin a good time.

rage against the bleeps, mamman.

pogo bogo nogo flojo skeelow

sniff more
piffle
wiffle
ball

the words i'm hearing right now via my censored music (please, can i just complain about this incessantly?): "makes me come alive, wanna touch the sky, free my soul and, uh,.. jmmerbrsss----
this has got to be shaun escoffery
free my soul

please, come home for the holidays.
are you washing your ass?
keeping yourself clean?

good.

the simple things.
yes.

indeed.

music.

indeed.

feel.

feel

fffffffffffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllLLL

nothing more than feeeeeelings.

sing along.

No more Christmas songs about Parrots

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