Fo, she played by the water a red archer bow, harp a lazy back bone cultism frenzy, anus here?
Halt status, hail begging, mongrel fortune hunter, i sense tiny papr bag crumble split.
Hail our sircle jerk, binge firepit, sip soule a wysel figure tinted antique!
The speech he helled in his iron hammer song, her body, a grip ghana jilting jihad cold tingly finds stubs.
Crustaticous buttons, on line hereby thankful for given solal my find stub, crab finger.
fire for cold murky fingers up the spine-o-rail.
paper faxed the machine jammed and recon the freckled face appeared in black project ink.
red balloon vortex, constant awave awave awave...
her bathroom counter falling, I saw scaaner isky oaky tao.
4 Jan 2008
Scaaners freebyt
Posted by Aaron Held at 02:43
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perfect!
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i'm really loving your stuff.
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