non sequitur

2006-01-22 @ 5:19 p.m.

i'm stuffed to the brim
laying on the couch of rain.
time warp indeedy.

her whole left sige is numb. it hought i just fixed that.

why does colin farrel=feral cat= got to speak in an irsih accent in every movie - every other actor changes his accent. blimy.

pip pip.

they keep asking me if i ate cookies.
no, you're just "eggin" hilarioius.

effin ephram epenephrine.

dance.dance. dance.

lets go to sweden then go to peru and see the nasci lines.

she asks me "why waste your breath" as she rollls her eyes...i say i like the ac-r-t of conversation.

and you lovin - and your lovin - and your lovin is DIGI.

stuck in yo ass like a victorias secret wedgie.

bong. bong.

thats the key. the kernel that you can then apply heat to to make it pop. if you don't find the kernel...move on.
otherwise eat the tatsy popcorn of conversation and intrigue.

ahaja. "we should write a book."
"no, because no one would understand it!"
they would if they saw the remnants of mental exhaustive imagination - drool one on side - ink on the other. 2 sides to the pillow - 2 sides to the story.

top - pop - stop. start. yop!

we will discuss the two forms of heat and light needed on another day.

shhhhh....

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