weekend, strongend

In infinity, humblest, knee-scrape gratitude to the only one who can Count This Penny. Holding it in front of the sun between 2 pinched fingers, we laugh and make our minieclipse. Dirty copper kills sun dead.

How many moon lake tent cake feasts and hot pink stained glass lights bending on forearms and tubs of coconut marshmallows and chillun hallway shoutathons and Wal-Mart bubble baths and 500+ gilded lily guests can one person slip through? How many giggled pee breaks and sternum bonks and backward-worded miles and p.b. malts and Henderson Cow adoptions can a couple of windblown kids named Zanzibar and Gang Leon take on? Read the chalk line near the top of my head and see. Angle it!

fell on 2004-03-08 at 10:38 p.m.

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