(final psychoanalysis) testing this blog

From TimeOutAtSea

(final psychoanalysis) testing this blog

a decent burial

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Data lines? Subtle. Syntax? Stipulation unsettled Angola. Striking? Roasting? Preparing for death notice faithfully. Downsize suitable energy. Stomach cinema? Towering legs on behalf of a dainty stage. Composed? Capture blasphemies abbreviations. Heart headset? Televise man, woman? Lovely looming smear. Struggling oath crafts zigzags stating nonentity.

[Light-hearted music] (Harry S. Truman) "I can't see what on earth any man with initiative and a mind of his own wants to be in the army in peace times." You've always got some fossil above you whose tall ships are crashing into your satellite dish. Reporter: Encoding human genes, give me visitation rights. Carpenter stuffed an ample head injury into her coma. (Tremendous crash of ice and water)

He took the cells from the embryo as the President denied this right. They put 100 people on a plane and flew them north. They put 500 people on a plane and flew them east. Send me a handbook so I can represent myself. The planes bleached the Statue of Liberty. It was a beautiful day to misplace my records. I should fly solo. (8/24/00 7:02 pm) a.l.o.

"I Will Break You Ceramic Arm" J. Squid

::: posted by Lepidoptera Demagogue at 1/4/2002 12:20:38 AM