Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Flew Off Into Your Eyes

O brave husband of fire, the cellar could walk if it were able. For why is it not? Alas, thine heavy hornets have never been taught to forget and thus, the difference between sexual identity and sexuality suggests finding a croquet mallet and letting those aphids have it. But again, the cellar itself does not reflect the whole adornment of issues. In some ways, o husband of fire, the fact that you have shown courage in the face of anything magical points toward a possible fidgety admiration, but then again, that big pregnant girl you left in the basement the other night amounts to no less than unsportsmanlike realism and should result in an astonishing modification of our definition of the color yellow.

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