narashinga
08-19-2007, 05:46 PM
la la comma re la. fuzzy mornings. you wont remember how cold it really was. so cold. what is hppining, tapes have grown legs, and its getting harder and harder to find an uncooked goose. all we know is that there was a river, some trees, and mr.mangum standing in a field alone. no gun shots, only slowed movements, buildfing up motion, and falling through the sky at an alarming rate!
well, then, whats next, pudding clouds and golpher pools?
no,solmly, no,no. none of that. we want the goose feathers. the blue and orange ones. how cute! there was only a fiant noise, silent, screaming, "return of the rhyming lamp post! well, what ya knowing! does that sound familar? its been dead some years now, i reckon. "the chandellears were all mealting from the cealing, candel sticks too," if he keeps this up, we'll be out of here in no time. i cant understand if you still feel sad. well watch it. what broke, the vox box. look inside. selfs are dead.
well, then, whats next, pudding clouds and golpher pools?
no,solmly, no,no. none of that. we want the goose feathers. the blue and orange ones. how cute! there was only a fiant noise, silent, screaming, "return of the rhyming lamp post! well, what ya knowing! does that sound familar? its been dead some years now, i reckon. "the chandellears were all mealting from the cealing, candel sticks too," if he keeps this up, we'll be out of here in no time. i cant understand if you still feel sad. well watch it. what broke, the vox box. look inside. selfs are dead.