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October 04, 2006
Continued in Code
So slick you can't crack it if you brought your strong arm.
I told burrito that his name was Aaron, and a plain is a plane when it takes to the sky, but he's all hot no matter how cool he is. Strapped in, burrito was a captive audience. There was no escape, but I don't think he had plans for the night, such is the life when you are cheesy.
But there was the left I'd looked for all my life or all night, either way, same left. Burrito found it hard to understand. I'm like a drop of rain in a clear sky. Nobody knows why, it's just me to be the enemy. I'd cry, but it's a curse I've begun to like.
The lights turned way down low. Time to creep. Burrito was zip lipped as we found the meaning of life through his window. Leaves crackle crackle on the snappy, zippy, gnome ridden plain or plane. However it goes, it goes all the same. It owns you if you take too many of the red pills before breakfast.
You can't stomp because then you loose the element. Or the suprise dies. It's all the same.
Burrito carresses the dead as they pass. It's another one of his skills. He hates it when I sing songs, he just want's to sing along. Still the same man no matter how wicked I become, it's all in my head most days of the week, but I rest on Sunday.
There's no Jesus of burritos so he pulls 7 day weeks.
Posted by Decemberice at October 4, 2006 08:37 PM
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I want what you're on.
:P
Posted by: Zoso at October 6, 2006 07:47 PM