Monday, September 21, 2009

Ithoughtisawapoem

Ithoughtisawapoem


I was so busy in my mind. But then i lost it. I wanted this one to tbe the classic poet remake. I think i found the theme iff not the words. Hate. TOday is hate day. Pornography needs to be cleaned up. MOvies about love are needed any size group is still appreciatied. But untie my people let them go from bondage this is what i hate.  "It seems the murder took place as part of a sexual bondage fantasy," he said yesterday. URBAN LEGEND it seems i have seen these things happen as well as just surmisse them a Detecative mind searches for answers. Zuckerberg said that Facebook's goal with Beacon was to create a simple mechanism for members to share information with their friends about their lives outside of the site. It had to be "lightweight," he wrote, so it wouldn't get in the way of what people were doing on the Web. Ninjja Hairey will go to blazes when she dies. Someone like that will not die peacefully. Perhaps she will get aids. Or they will have to search for all the parts and pieces of her in the car crash. Its all just part and pieces of the budjet cutting neo Nazi ruling of the masse of Salmon Rush dies they do indeed they leap upstream to afford a copy of the Satanic Verses has been banned for masquraiding as prose the odour of a skunk in someone elses nose is praise to one in need while 666 has come at least to only one librarian. She needs glasses enters building code laughing at the door still locked behind her she is standing nakedly yearning for she is greed as no one comes or calls. The state Attorney General’s Office has charged Nina Silchuk with first-degree theft and defrauding Medicaid, which provides money to the poor. She failed to appear for her arraignment Thursday in King County Superior Court and a warrant was issued for her arrest. I got this is a web crawler search. Imagine this conversion Why do you still write such awefull sorties call them prose when you yourself must knoes CharlaX would be banned in all them German Countries still at war. I thought this was a poem.

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