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yer bend-bone's connected to yer... sit-bone sound: dripping faucet it's tuff writin' wit a catze on yer lap. there's this zit on my face trying to built a yert, taking over my cheek with it's shitness. mean glares from bread and a sleepyness that just won't come, it is another evening late late evening with the me. me house. da da da... i wish i had more for you, substance and cream filling, but alas, just my rambling fingies. maybe i am sleepy after all. .... |
