aloha. . .

Uncategorized — on May 18, 2008 at 1:32 am

wherevr you go, there you are
so what do you feel like getting used to?
time moves so fast
my tongue can’t catch up
give myself asthma
like abra-cadabra
loose screws, nailing me down intothebellyofparadise.

dice.

roll ‘em…
on the linoleum dome on the night sky with heart holed with sodium.

oooohhhhhhhh kayyyyyy…
colonial colonies corroded cold company’s debit card
checked on my credit score, rejected credit card- I love it!!

-makes me pull words from my stomach.

bvyrwtevbycquewjlk.C /JDMSX . . . THAT WAS a tequila freestyle on the keyboard- myfirst whon evr!! Sally Field really loves me. . .

I am happy to say I am happy to stay.

life throws us punches and we will cry so hard at times you could swear that your insides are bleeding
but nonetheless you are inside the garden of eden, if it existed, or if it still mattered. . .

no matter what happens, when you see the hologram, don’t believe natural disaster.

I keep going for no one…

200,000 dead in 2 weeks but clintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonboamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobamaclintonobama.

stop feeding the machine. aloha.

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