and the british pound and the streetwalker and the quo, whatever quo is... maybe forty fucking two, for all we know... you must know, if you must, and then, if you have even the slightest curiosity or scientific exploratory genomes, then you will most likely be drawn back to re-explore the scheme of the crime, or scene, for that matter... but whatever you do, don't make a scene or you might be the next victim... of course if your mission in life is to be the next victim, then you just might dig this scene and go for it, gusto man, anti-chill up the kazoo... until you understand, you can listen to the music in your mind and watch as the signs continue passing right before your eyes... with or without chocolate milk... and if you watch tv with me, i will give you a seat at the front of the house, cushions of your choice... stop me in the name of love, aye?... actually, i would love to love you baby, or perhaps we could laugh at the misdirected madness on the tube... if you would rather run a marathon, bring your gym shoes...
macadamia nuts are very high in fat content, you know?...
narf :)
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