Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Walk, and Then Be Thy Legs

So someone said what happened and I said I got let out. That’s all there is; there is regrets but things done is done. I don’t abide by no getalong ethic of inter-relativity if it does not befit my person and some to do so. Caught level pickle doozy postulate mac-hacker lippy fresh hock-handed and everfresh.

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