Dance in the Full Moon

Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, October 2, 2010

10.2

thy party rebels froggin upstairs bytes jyp quip twiced. sheep dream in chaps. yokes grow lugs farting your pants un-done. with whom then we wow rigs or jets of heathens. lone apples especially lava-word young babby. tupperware stick together when i wed methane gods. rod etc. always prays without witnesses or friends. bye-bye.

3 comments:

  1. Robby Van ArsdaleOctober 2, 2010 at 7:53 AM

    Made one letter at a time. - With Kayla.

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  2. anelles47October 3, 2010 at 9:07 PM

    Thinkst thou that made no sense? Then thou art mistaken.

    Excellent job, you two.

    Also, excellent reason not to marry the gods of methane.

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  3. Robby Van ArsdaleOctober 4, 2010 at 5:14 PM

    Thanks. We tried. Hahah.

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