Margo lusts for the Guldens
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Imaginary crickets
Topic: Condensation
I told Them I gave at the office. Twenty cents. Ask your girlfriends about how generous you are? If you insist. Picture requested.

IBMEUBU2 [2:52 AM]: how much did you give
Plaid suitcases [2:53 AM]: Two dimez.
IBMEUBU2 [2:53 AM]: i give and give and give
IBMEUBU2 [2:53 AM]: ask my g/f's
Plaid suitcases [2:53 AM]: Hook me up.
IBMEUBU2 [2:54 AM]: f ?
Plaid suitcases [2:55 AM]: Yes.
IBMEUBU2 [2:55 AM]: hoiw much can you give me
Plaid suitcases [2:55 AM]: I'm a gold digger. I can give you everything.
Plaid suitcases [2:55 AM]: What do you want?
IBMEUBU2 [2:56 AM]: i want all of you baby
IBMEUBU2 [2:56 AM]: over and over and over again
Plaid suitcases [2:57 AM]: Uh huh. I'm broke right now.
Plaid suitcases [2:57 AM]: Look me up later.
IBMEUBU2 [2:57 AM]: im not
IBMEUBU2 [2:57 AM]: pic ?

Soap in your nose.

"It's poison." socavalier
Feel the June bug grip your skin heroingirl. so?
[The Children] 48th Highlanders of Canada
She was maybe there came in to visit me as soon as I
entered this abandoned room.
She wanted to know if I had cable internet or DSL. I said,
"No."
She indicated displeasure and stormed off. I'm sort of
glad. She is the one Mr. Heit Meiser knows.
Oooo...an AOL new alert. Would I like to view it now? I
sure would.
But I'm not going to. I'm just going to delete it.
I don't really need to hear about travel bargains. My
suitcases aren't even packed.
She told me today that on the cruise she will fear the
icebergs.
I nodded and murmured, "Titanic." She said, "No. They are
so big, so white. And in the quiet...I'll be afraid."
I could suggest she take some ears with her that hear
things she never will and then she won't be afraid, but eh.
I dug out this odd pitcher shaped like a vampire's head.
In his gaping mouth, where you are to put what is being offered your guests,
I put three apples.
A granny Smith, a reddish gala, and another gala that is
more yellow. It looks like he's eating fruit.
Jen laughed and laughed.
Kissy broke his wrist. No one is talking. No one is
pointing fingers either, which is unusually disturbing.
Once this cd was playing when I pulled in to get my car
inspected. The man was so tickled, he turned the house music down and opened
my car doors and turned up my cd for us all.
Amazingly, there was nothing wrong with my car and it
passed inspection gracefully.
We all smiled and turned our heads. I wish I could have
gathered everyone's thoughts like ballons on strings and watched them bob and
float over mine.
The colors of thoughts.
The auras.
My strings holding them.
The Canadians playing for Us.
Buckwheat groats and bowtie pasta salad all around.
Don't forget the dead man in the white caddy. He's the
guest of honor today.
The one who is crying. We're going to sing Danny Boy
next....so find your lyrics.

Passion costs a pretty penny.