Once up on your time. I found myself nonexistent. The smile on my lips. Oh lordy. The bliss. They want a full out presentation. They want a I’ll show you mine if I show you yours. They want introspection that is dick deep. Sorry but the store is all out of that today. Keep the moments of peace. There in the bliss of solitude. The moments of peace. The memoirs of this age will be lullabies. Worries in nothing. Drama in trifles, nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Monday, December 27, 2010
The Failure of False Logic
Once up on your time. I found myself nonexistent. The smile on my lips. Oh lordy. The bliss. They want a full out presentation. They want a I’ll show you mine if I show you yours. They want introspection that is dick deep. Sorry but the store is all out of that today. Keep the moments of peace. There in the bliss of solitude. The moments of peace. The memoirs of this age will be lullabies. Worries in nothing. Drama in trifles, nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
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