Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sift Some Sausages

You say we go together like a quarter pound of butter and thick onions, but you need to re-think your position. As you well know, tender witches know what you summarize, so you should finally realize that I not only feel you, I feel your entire universe, from the fence by your apartment all the way to the end. And furthermore, you need to stop with the six-legged irridescent zebras and the radio insects and get to filling that entire abdominal cavity normally hidden by truth with beer glasses and powdered sugar.

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