Monday 26 January 2009

February ,march the seventh

Call it a march,sir.
The number of light way stations in the pines. The pineapples,the brigade.
Call it a sanrio surprise.
A supply closet, werewolf chldren of the United Nations. A broken arrow.
Turn to nothing and stay in motion until it bleeds.
Whimsical intestines.
Caution: Extremely flammable moisturizers and lubricates,the evolution of print.
Concentrating and inhaling the kiss-off.
If the sentence were to end
with a structure of water,mineral oil, questions? Comments?
You may be sensitive to the son.

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