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Th Urblisher
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Th urblisher was sitting at the table in the tent, the
ivory abode, the currency, the spot upstairs,
whom had drummed at a racey 80 miles per hour to
The Tacky Mackingtosh.
From the satire, (tellin a lot of honest lies that are
self aware and introspectively critical)
to the parlor made of sand with
draughts of common knowledge, remaining still over-night,
(here and at the abode).
She wants to know about his methods of getting to sleep.
They dont have to talk about bleeding-eye ideas, but they do
he smokes a roll up
and sounders into the road to taste the whisky on the exhausts.
Hes down in cords, down fine, drinking silence until she coughs

OK, fuck that, i wont put you throught that. Or me. it's getting late.

[Edited on Feb 23, 2005 5:29PM]

I want everyone to go out and take the air and see how beautiful life is. I'll work on my writing. Learning was my plan for this year - should hop to it. There is a new household for my friends to chill out in! To the new house midst the "sulpher glow".

This will be here until I get home later.




Yes, it does deteriorate and it is fucked up, violent and disturbing. That's my life. It;;s best if you don't read my journal.