It was own

i could smell her feet, so i knew she was on the many-bike. We had broken the treaty with Philly two months earlier, and her looks and feminine charm had softened the blow. The repercussion, when, and if, they came would be lighter thanks to her odor beats. 

The whole area had changed. It was now a comppound of salad and lost souls. People that were yearning and starting to believe. The soil was moist with punks and certs. Janis Joplin was dreaming up on the side stage and Eddie Money was wondering what we were doing thursday night from the Maine stage. Crew members from the Maine Progress Committe were giving out samples of crab, lobster and spears.

the moist and terrible runk

It felt so horribly corporate, but the weather dictated the decision. I know that Sorrel and Trent would be miffed but, WTF, we had to break the stalemate. After two months of nothing but cologne and sportswear, we had to be open minded. For roughly thirty thousand, we would forget about the struggle. Perry had to go.

we had some time

The new route would take a while to clear, so we had some time to kill. We went and bought some costumes, a couple archery kits, some extracts and a shirt. After that we released Lorne and went back to the Nothing. It was quiet and cool, so we brought out the sting reports. the data was raw and exciting. we KNEW that the new route and network would enable true resonance. We broke the cast and started thinking of girding our petite angles and trimming out Lorne altogether.

roll out (your eyes to make face) (better)

it is a something else that all of the things that i was to young to understand back then are so realavent now. like this thing is like so many that came around then but i never paaid attention. this is something that makes sens to me now. especially now that i am getting older!

getting a closer face

feelin a bit

during part of the shavin today, she said to me "do you think we can melt?"

and i said "Melt? what the fuck, like Indiana Jones style? yeah, i am sure that we melt a bit." and i went back to getting most of the moist hair of of the pilgrim's lower left laig.

"bert no, i mean like a lazy candle will touch it's own flame and perty much dance enugh accros the matter to create another veld and void!"

i looked up and said "come own, get the fuck out, 'veld and void", please."

then she start blertin some shit like "but whatfore it be came id t'was.." 

and a gain i said "get the fuck out. seriously."

sweat ladies

i love ladies that are a normal look. even in my "hollywood" types.

i love brunette womans. especially if they have a curve to their body, espaecially in the hip area. ass well as the ass area.

two women were just own the "Conan O'Brien" talk show.

julia -

and tina -

they are both smarter than me ever. and god damnit, that is usually my draw card.

but they both have the real world body crazyness and pretty-ness that makes me want to talk to them . even moore!

i'm really smart. and funny. but oh wells, who really gives a shizen.

gotta get back to the real. 

i'm working on a new jingle and visual marketing for the olde formidable "salad chuter"

btw - it seems that the pore olde gal in the 409 'mercial has got: a spastic chylde, a hectic and nasty kitchen and a bemused yet uncaring husband.

ps - making commercials were a lot moore simple to edit back then based own the "kit kat Kommercial"

pss - i'm knot evan gonna saye anything about the "world famus premier' of ruff dimond. man, that trailer speeks for itself!

butt forreal, what is the up with the thaings? man...wtf. this whole "new world order" thing is lettin me dooowwn. wtf. this should be the goode times. what hass happened here in Amreica? i'm just fiinnnalllly getting the gist of this humon bound throw away kind of WarTime kind of shit, but damn and whah. what really has happened?

in my opinion it is basically, the right wing has a fun and easy way of draggin the line owl over the forest of our truth. it makes us seem very idealistic, and that is fucked up.