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Friday, December 22, 2006

Yes I had a po st


Well looks like I'm posting something again. Who'da thunk it.

Communists. That's who.

Soooooo It's time for freestyle improvisation. You CAN'T STOP IT so don't try.

SWINGing through the trees of masive SWINGEing size we find the noble MONKEY who eats, so we're told, bannanas, which is a word with a certain number of n's. LIPS are all around us but only to the extent that we allow them. Otherwise there are only SEAGULLS. Still, the glass in the window lets in enough light that we could probably see the dust on the counter, if it weren't for the unfortunate tendency of light to BEND.

PARISH the thought until it becomes misspelled (or misused, whichever you prefer to believe). The period goes on the OUTSIDE of the parentheses. The card doesn't tell you this, you have to learn it on you own, or from a fortune-teller. Otherwise you can sometimes find a squeegee lying on the street and hit someone with it.

That's all I got for now. I had more, but I forgot it.