April 20, 2009
Initial Micro-Environmental Impact Assessment of the Greatest Bubble Ever Blown
I want to offer you warmth, Aulbach, but am fresh out.
Torn in half; would they, could they kill you off.
You can fight it just like fighting a wave.
First, you get a moon and then start resetting expectations.
I fell down the stairs. I fell up the stairs.
I’m not sure of the rules at this site, Aulbach.
Blind me gently with a chainsaw, Veronica.
Your eyes could cut through stone, Bear.
I couldn’t sleep, but still awoke to his flaming embrace.
The you always find it in the last place you look cliché.
Creature-feared.
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