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artist: captain oats
It's the new Testacc
where is my halo?
artist: captain oats
What I Believe
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that.
-- Yes, I know it.
--You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
...dream within a dream...
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"everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place"
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3 comments:
It was the whiskers. I know it was the whiskers. Dewy-eyed and prawling through the dark hallways of movie theathers. She'd give away kisses with her back pressed against the walls, a daisy in her left hand.
Though she never wore them, she akways did have a bright pair os shoes. The red lipstick is new though.
She once wore a shirt that said Macy Gray, knee high boots and a skirt that made her legs look longer.
The odd bundles of burlap and rugs cought her attention for a while in the streets of Paris, but it was a tothless blonde that finally got the best of her. One minute there, the other smoshed against a pilar. It was the last we saw of her.
This sheep-donkey-duck thing is freaking me out. Time for a new blog entry please.
Spartan Souvlaki
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