joey's room is full of clothing..carpeting that needs a good scrub..his desk and his odds and ends
and Joey is Gino the dog...and Joey is a Hoh...or so they told me
I thought he was a conglomerate of corporate interests me and Bill gates put together to nail down the coffin lid on the powers that wannabe...but in my heart, there he isand always will be
faithful and listening asd I write about the navajo elwha lion...whom I told my MOrrison child would be can...to work on as a mural...
it's confusing, all ofit and what's his face Burroughs has nothing on me in terms of adequate relevancy orthat I might be angry to sit behind this chap and never touch him, but I did touch him and they said do not do this for he is FIRE, but then I am ICE and perhaps the one will melt the other and quench his thirst because the other people, the ampitheater sorts..all sitting around glomming onto what is happening (nothing, to my mother)...while we recognize the perfume called 'california'..as his body scent...I've never been there...my own is 'Jessica'..and I know Mr. Zettlemoyer defines that aspect ofthings...(who the hell is he one wonders ifone isnot me...but he's the 'haus' man...is who he is and the Jessica perfume is lovely...but I'm in the dregs and drags of my clothingh routine...I shall do better because I found a mini after that..black and white, it was grand and I thought, I shall make some of those and that one I did not buy...then the filets of salmon came as my brother told me I was beginning to become confused about reality...hey, when my son was sitting on my father's lap investigating the clothes line, I found it important to become confused, didn't I?...
that sort ofthing...ah well...another day for this, me and Joyce and Muskles...big smile
I'm so into art right now it's not funny, buti nspired as well to be making molasses crinkles and hoping again to see Mr. REally great and wonderful...who I think is now involved in a relationship with 'one of the twins'...I think...I dunno...does it matter? howdoes he feel about me? would he gas?...text me baby...figure it out..I'll just dedicate some inspisration to the fact the sun shines in the window when I even think aboutthis afternoon and all the crowds of people around usand I'm sitting behind this guy going 'ahhh, eeee...ooooh'..as though it could really come true..asthough...
and Joey is Gino the dog...and Joey is a Hoh...or so they told me
I thought he was a conglomerate of corporate interests me and Bill gates put together to nail down the coffin lid on the powers that wannabe...but in my heart, there he isand always will be
faithful and listening asd I write about the navajo elwha lion...whom I told my MOrrison child would be can...to work on as a mural...
it's confusing, all ofit and what's his face Burroughs has nothing on me in terms of adequate relevancy orthat I might be angry to sit behind this chap and never touch him, but I did touch him and they said do not do this for he is FIRE, but then I am ICE and perhaps the one will melt the other and quench his thirst because the other people, the ampitheater sorts..all sitting around glomming onto what is happening (nothing, to my mother)...while we recognize the perfume called 'california'..as his body scent...I've never been there...my own is 'Jessica'..and I know Mr. Zettlemoyer defines that aspect ofthings...(who the hell is he one wonders ifone isnot me...but he's the 'haus' man...is who he is and the Jessica perfume is lovely...but I'm in the dregs and drags of my clothingh routine...I shall do better because I found a mini after that..black and white, it was grand and I thought, I shall make some of those and that one I did not buy...then the filets of salmon came as my brother told me I was beginning to become confused about reality...hey, when my son was sitting on my father's lap investigating the clothes line, I found it important to become confused, didn't I?...
that sort ofthing...ah well...another day for this, me and Joyce and Muskles...big smile
I'm so into art right now it's not funny, buti nspired as well to be making molasses crinkles and hoping again to see Mr. REally great and wonderful...who I think is now involved in a relationship with 'one of the twins'...I think...I dunno...does it matter? howdoes he feel about me? would he gas?...text me baby...figure it out..I'll just dedicate some inspisration to the fact the sun shines in the window when I even think aboutthis afternoon and all the crowds of people around usand I'm sitting behind this guy going 'ahhh, eeee...ooooh'..as though it could really come true..asthough...
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