Brett Anderson - Scorpio Rising

now is now. so i died. then i get to exist once again. twice. a few onces. about a bit beyond twice. then i, sadly, ate things on table this day. coffee?
you know the way to the place they sell doughnuts in cute expenses?

okay?

skies.

today. i was happy being lonely. then one got in to take away blues. i was okay. then the sky was cielo.

get i those balloons. it's about today.

today i got to own a highstreet5 account.
yah. dance, dance, dance.

swallowed it hole than i died. gets?

yo.

then we dance again. like couples do.

i think about which is lost. lost things attack. you own they then they go out of the space you get. next instance, life is to be of unseen, God of little things and a bit of the land petals get to be in. I will not be lost like the things of the untold past. you buy it o get it unpaid. i always think life lost is a cute idea of God. i think it's bad feelings getting in way of the found stuff. like it o put it away. you can't be of help unless i get online access to update people about this all. being online is nice. as i think of it, it is to be held in one's hands with delicateness of a soon to be wounded petal. life is life. i is i. plettiel than plettiel. plettiel than pletty. plettiel than plettiest.


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life is an awful to thing to lose

how is you, babes?

i always think you ought to be of a few good people. dating you was cute. i got to be so galactical about how to say a pick-up line knowing you get to be so well in a few ways. nah. which is so easy? a. unseen nanay and tatay b. a wake in a unknown place c. online access. so, you wanna be the life of i? go up to it. i know few would like to. it's a challenge. actually. then i and you get to date in a nice place away about it all.


do you know? do you you know a lot than just a few things?

jehovah nissi---new obsession.

i like the holy bible. niv, new king james, good news. the planet is not once again as it should be with the bad boys. life is easy with God. the nice in life is always easy. and nice. nice and nice. easy and easy. life is life.

i hate persons. pwe!





i light the planets. like a candle.

the poles.

jehovah nissi, jehovah rappha, jehovah jireh, etc. good day.

began: 24december2010

 

 

began:?
died: 22dec2010

ta?

i don't like people who do not know how to fuck. i think it's insult to one's nanay and tatay. when you get to be a test tube babe, tell us about this planet. chances, you'll get to facts one's siblings ought to not decide which ones will you be spending one-night stands. life's so easy, you know. stop eating babe food, go to school, and when the day's enough to go to bed, fuck so well.

i hate those who think i fail when i ought to be the one getting good signs. laugh at it. yeah. it's still is fz senodo y gloria's pc. i, fz senodo, likes people who know which one is to be doing at the end of the day. i know. in fact, you also know. funny.

i hate deals like you can't be getting a good face when one won't kick i. he is just so useless. hindi abi taga-west.

lately, i had been denying schools i used to attend. i think it's cute. i'd like to be known as one about a school of independent thought. besides, while i was in college, i used to hate all. a school is just so useless.

all alike in peace and fights. fists?

today i was into a few fantasies. like half-awake while asleep i had eaten stuff laid on the table 10a. it's nice, in fact.

this is the song which i got into while in sleepland. it does exist.

Vitamin Z - Burning Flame

Walking out tonight in the street lights, I can see you
All alone with just another guy
You look at me and wave hello... how friendly
I look at you with girls go passing by

I understand that you used to love me
Nothing much, but it made you cry
So here we are making pleasant gestures that I just can't see 
the reason why

Me and you... we never made it far, girl
Now I laugh at the promises we made
Something went the first time that I hurt you
The lights went out... the memories start to fade

And along on my trip to nowhere (to nowhere), 
you annoy me with your foolish games (foolish games)
And how you teased while I first made love 
and I laughed so naked like a burning flame... 
burning flame... burning flame

And along on my trip to nowhere (to nowhere), 
you annoy me with your foolish games (foolish games)
And how you teased while I first made love 
and I laughed so naked like a burning flame...
burning flame... burning flame

I felt the earth fall upon and crumble
All my dreams... down they fell
And would an angel show mercy to the devil,
but you're under my skin and you know darn well

Walking out tonight in the street lights, I can see you
All alone with just another guy
You look at me and wave hello... how friendly
I look at you with girls go passing by

And along on my trip to nowhere (to nowhere), you annoy me 
with your foolish games (foolish games)
And how you teased while I first made love 
and I laughed so naked like a burning flame... 
burning flame... burning flame

And along on my trip to nowhere (to nowhere), 
you annoy me with your foolish games (foolish games)
And how you teased while I first made love 
and I laughed so naked like a burning flame...
burning flame... burning flame...


go get this pass to sleepland:

 see you.

today i wept. i think it's cute thing to do when it's a sunday.

yah. i hate people today. i feel like this place is so keen on getting i goodies. it's not equality. it's a weepy tale. anyway, today i get to be so cute with all the weepings on a pillow. i could get a plate to be so achy. along with a few glasses. the kitchen is always a place to be so sad. i guess you don't know how it is to be so painful in the light of day and on the edge of the night. the constellations up in space says it's okay. i guess so.  okay. i hate a bit.

highstreet5c.om.ph always gets i to laugh. life in 3d is so huge. like a nice thing. just like any nice thing. and just like any nice thing i swallow it whole then i died.

hello.

i hate being a toy on tuesdays when i think usually about sex. levels of going and going and going get i to bad places like the toilet.   i know toys don't usually piss just because they like to yet it's a nice unknown thing to people and i would just like to get they to say about i  "cute."



it's the holidays.  it's not a plain day today. noodles is okay, anyway. plus baboy. hate it when it's unhealthy. love it unconditionally a few instances when i'd like to be so cozy.



you know the way to the place on gets to buy nice shoes. i have this beautiful pal who is also a  toy like i who is size six.  any suggestions?                                

today i think i get to exist as i did not spill anything while on lunch. i hated, i hated, i hated. then i stopped hating. life's so good.

beyond lunch: a walk in plaza, a chance to be on a sikad tonight, and online access. all these because i get to be a good citizen of this planet. i hope today and being like this on days like these won't just be a few scenes when 2011 will be. holidays get one to a loss of details in one's thinking. i can't get to think about the last night of 2010. satan is kind. ooops. santa gali. all is well with in this place with God and a waking dog. holidays get to be a blessing. i hate it when one is sad these holidays. 2011 is so good. it does not exist yet. which is the chance it will be hateable? once? twice? once again? you and i will be on one side. null. zilch. things which do not exist? these good scenes will be on sale soon than late. like the sky. then you will hate/hate less such days.









mashimaro rabbit mp3 player. i'll get this to the holiday wishlist. cuuuute!

i hate stupidity. so.
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happy holidays.

do you know anything about it? get a gift about one's own godkids. the holidays get to be so cozy with hugs, kisses and nice gifts.

listen. it is a nice song. huh? an awful thing to be with on a night.

let's talk about all the things one sees day-to-day.
like sandwiches.
like balloons.
like how the sky is.
like how good one's bf/gf is.
like a one night stand.

so. nice day to you. laugh. life's cute. you, also.

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after a bit of study and from a a bit about life (as in just a bit).

okay. given: a she
a he

there is an egg which we'll call x and a little tadpole-like thing which we'll call y. x comes from she. ys come from dad. a y among the many xs hits egg. here begins a story from uncalled to life  to begotten.

is it possible for x and y to be two beings classified into some one thing known as a single guy/gal? such one lucky x is a thing about with egg. such x egg and y gets a life which is likely to be gotten into to one guy/gal which they, not? you an x not knowing y? you y not knowing what that egg y does now? physical collision happened.
dating begins. life in this planet is next.

snacks, please.

i hated. then i begin changing the aligning of cells in the body. like a bad instance when asleep, i thought i flew the way to neptune in an unusual way. i think i was disguised as a lonely doughnut holding a bloody balloon. the sky was cielo. neptune's satellites tasted funny. funny, huh. it's so bad. it so good. love is  so nice on the 3rd date. date one it was a clown. the second spoofed 1. 3 is a being so like you. you would think i was nothing but a doughnut and was not as sane as a usual blue planet citizen. yah. i wish i get to be just out to send a nice call so you and i will be on a one-night stand next. usually, both of us will live next. it's cute how things ought to be. the blue planet is this place i get and there are many good things beyond. the sky is cute today. life is not so sad. last one to touch hit the sands on the beach is putty.
neptune is cute. like blue planet people, neptunians know the way to space is getting a spaceship to the destination wished to be in when good imagination does not work. i know i was just one who is not awake when i got to neptune. the satellites? oh. lovely stuff. such things can't be on sale and the baaaad thing to happen to a blue planet citizen in space. space is a thing i can't think of on lunch. yes, i know you'd rather chat with an acquaintance via facebook. yet life is too valuable to just let things be in just a planet. there are other places in this galaxy, pal. the universe is not cute, really.
just think. out in space, people sing songs. the universe is wide. out there suns aligned with a few planets develop life like found in earth. each space object is like the sun. scientific theories tell i it's not fiction. look at the possibility of another sun aligned with planets. a planet like the blue planet exist possibly about a usual sun.  i called my pal and we told things out in space blue planet's got scientific tales and weapons to put these possible suns to peace. i hate it when one is unusual  about this planet's citizens. besides, space objects out in space usually put possibilities of life  to null. i think it's like telling space it's usually kind to not exist at all.

what: neptunian fantasy
when: last night
which place: own space. pledged so.
who: a blue planet citizen disguised as a language colinth teaching counting logic on neptune.
how: by eating so, so, so sinful chocolate

conclusion: space and going out to space kills. i still get to exist because i think i still exist. not the fittest. but. the one who dreams. most.  next life: a paid ice pop fan

as of today: 2 billion suns.

to be a paid ice pop once and this time, twice, again. oh.

get to this: silasandlollipops.blogspot.com

good day, petals.

anyone, anybody?

i went to vocation-org.com and i was glad about what i saw. anyone?

*kisses*
*slaps*
*hands you a can of soda*
*updates blog*

life ain't plain. i'll be dead if.

so, which would you like to date today?
a. i b. i c. i

else, i'd kill you.

get those halo-halo. guyabano juice. sandwiches. ice pops in cielo, yellow, pink. life is easy because God says so. when it's not, you know he hates you.

today, i woke up well with an attitude. i think i thought about a good place while sleeping. like south pole, spain, and philippines. it's not easy to say which side i was. all i knew, i was sleeping enough to see things like a school, a white sky, and walking people. i did not die and like i said i woke up with an attitude today.

little boys and i laugh. see?

oh. yah?

which of these things make you exist today?

a. sunlight
b. imaginary parents
c. a wake somewhere
d. online access

so, he fell for she.

so, he fell for she.

so, he fell for she.

laugh at this

Euro-English

The European Commission have just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the EU, rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty's government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five year phase in plan that would be known as "EuroEnglish".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump for joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of the "k". This should klear up konfusion and keyboards kan have 1 less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20% shorter.

In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of the silent "e" in the language is disgraseful, and they should go away.

By the 4th year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".

During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters. After zis fifz year, ve vil have a realy sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubls or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi to understand each ozer.

ZE DREAM VIL FINALI KUM TRU!

yah, yehey.

the next day, you find out one is still in this galaxy existing and was in sleepland.

a few designs. interested? pissed? email i. ablownboy@gmail.com

oh, hello. nice day to you. the attack on this planet is postponed about two days. let's go to space.

on days like today i get to be a toy. i don't get paid yet i think it's nice occupation. there's always peach juice and sandwiches. anyone is okay to go to i. people die, you know.

you can be anyone on the telephone line. tv can hide one's flaws also. *listening to savage garden's santa monica* life's nice. don't build a kapitbahay into one's life. yung kapitbahay is bitchy and tells you it is easy to see an asshole next block. anyway, life's nice. i ain't no bitch and asshole. cute ako, no.

today is fault and see. i can't find decent glasses to drink juice about. i flung a dozen down to pieces. i was so galit. yah. i gulp down stuff only physicians allow and it's fun to think about. i don't exactly hate the way i tend to be this life. football? okay.

i found a note in the inbox saying i win big cash. i laughed at it. i will definitely keep the note and tell people about it. it gets i a high. wealthy na ako.

In Santa Monica, in the wintertime,
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn
It's there.
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be.
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

Or would you?

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

is one so ugly singing this song?
hah.

tonight and today

now is the instance to sing a song about asia. just like a usual boy. let's play chess, eat good sandwiches, and gulp down good pink soda.
why does the sky get to be so bloody pag nag-ulan? like sci-fi scenes. it's so good to know it is possible soon.

today:
scooby big big top
cielo pants
light tan shoes
fwench nails and upper canada bath soap, see online details to get facts

today, as these things say, i exist.

anything? she does not mind, she does not mind, she does not mind.

let's think of a new faith. such a faith calls to the constellations when it's daylight and the sky owns not they at such instances. how's the faithful?

be stickier.

we know no fault at all. the ziergs had attacked. hide. we know no judgment error. be close. we know nothing not beyond perfection. we hate persons eating our lunch without calling to God. we kill. we kill persons. then we wake up much more perfectly okay.

---slovakia's and latvia's and lithuanina's and romania's little petals falling up the sky at hidden instances of the day when you feel so sleepy and would like to see a constellation hanging. cute.

we know no fault.

---Russia, a girl with a very special name.

i tend to be apathetic about people who fall about she.


---talong

because i would like to be with she more than at all times.
life is as easy as getting to know songs you can't even listen to.
i hope to be up to a 10+ decades old.
then i can kiss a toad. life's okay.

do you know the way about the path closest to sleep? i know more than truth about it.

---papaya

you get to be so sleepy when it hits those instances you'd like to see a constellation close. i think it's genetic. one's had just like one's own mommy.


---God's little toys.

in Romania, feeling not a pain about any loss at all.

hello folks.

people and things and sights

i think of things and occasions which supposedly is best to be non-fiction. like eating lunch. yah. i hate the thought of losing you. yet you left. so which of these things is a lot to the thinking? none at all. i get nothing watching the blue skies when it's not with you. like xxx videos in the closet. i know i'll get to you although i get sad. life as it is is life 19.0 and things within such topic about. how's today?

to lolita:

life is good. go.

oh, why

today is so good. like a song. it's so known and odd and good. pass the soda and get a bite about this pizza.

today. i get to be in sleepland again late. i knew. then those who took it out of the thinking get to be so lucky and i end up in a lost planet to be sold as cold soda next day.

wicked. then i saw the sign. i hate. it just is. do they think i get to be their pal getting they alcoholic soda? life is okay when no one knows you except one you get to be with be in bed. so, what's new? hate? i think they will eat stone. laugh at it then it goes about i again.


things you ought to know about life we own:
encyclopedia: wikipedia
soda: coca-cola
bag: backpack
shoes: celine
top: bench

lalala

yah also.

think well. one decision. all in. which of these things get i a high today? a. a wake else place b. peach juice c. invisible siblings

okay. yah also.

today i hate all. it just is when it's a splashy day. the sky knows as it falls. it's down, down, down. puddles. yucky puddles. when you get to it you can see one's panties. hope you get no one peeping?

life begins at 30. college was at 17. then i hit it bad. college begins again next year. at 30.

one can't eat just because one feels like eating. one gets to buy food and set it well. then it's good cuisine about a day. if you can'y get food, you think about salvation and its consequences. life's is piecing one side to the next side. a puzzle laid out about you is life. would you like to eat? get to i asap. coffee, anyone? here's the place i get to be: 386 block 10 sinikway lapuz iloilo city 5000 philippines see you. how about nice local tv shows? well.

next post, i get to update you on how i get to look about a good job. i plan to check the local offices about details as to how. life's so bad as one gets to spend at all instance. last hitch was being a paid ice pop fan. you can say it's fiction. i'd like to think it's just fiction. i can never be it again. i'd like to think which of those jobs can get i an allowance to spend well next schooling whiles. funny i can't know which one is it. it's cool while i get to be at it. a job to get i to school is a nice thing. own dad hates to spend. nanay is not so willing about the plans i get so i can be in school. at 30. oh.

i see people i know finish school. those who get to be in school again get to be so lucky. i think it's cool. i think i can get to school soon. now, if only i can get a job...

i never knew

until now the ways of the opposite sex when pissed off. can you please take those eyeglasses off?

i went to sleepland last night. it was so baaad. like chewed candy. it was chewed when it gets to you. so yucky. i woke up okay. i still had last night's clothes on. laugh at it then tell i when to get to sleepland today. i wished to stay yet all is not lost when i woke up. it just is the way things will be unless gods go to picket so i'd be in the place i was.

the attack of the suede fans. i wish i could sing so well. then i'd laugh at it as which is expected about i. she's all you get when you get lost in the ocean.

i was so baaad. last night was an instance i can't dispose of just like any suddenly whiles. good day to you. get an ice pop and be cool.

i didn't find the path to the place they call downtown until lately. i went to the city as thoughts about seeing ones with alike likes excited i. i wasn't so bad about it. it just this: i walked and it was fun. on bed soon beyond the city walks i floated. life is nice instances like these. yah. i could had bought a bloody lipstick and face talc yet walking, just walking, was the sole cause then. okay. exhibitionists close by to this is like getting a high. you don't choose the day. you know it's always tuesdays until you wake up too close to the sky one fine sunday. okay, so you ask i: how's today?

sandwiches and colas. life is such. then you get to see which of these things is the be-all and end-all in the next life. don't call it quits. goodness and all the yadah will follow i all this life yet i'd still would like to be a paid ice pop fan. it was so bad when i ended the day once not being one with all these life's causes. candies, pillows, and a poet in bed. i will be. okay.

 i can't put in the thoughts people not updated about this planet. it's an insult , not to know,  about this place and its   daily activities. online, i get news  from yahoo. nice?     

which of these gets you to exist today?
a. a wake else place
b. the taste of long ago guyabano juice
c. online access

well. huh.

hi, hello.

i get to you today? like an ice pop on the tongue, hey. is it also as cool as the sky you see? i can now sing and dance. i get a high when looking about jobs and to be down when i get to the space i call own. funny. the looking about jobs along the paths downtown leads to cool sights. i get to stalk a few cats. then i saw things in this planet which cannot be in neptune: coffee, jeans, online access. getting to outside space is nuisance to those who think it's cool to be in one place in one's whole life. instances thinking about such things get i a high. who needs cough fluid?

next job to the task: cook.

like i said

well.

today is a nice day. last night was cool. sleepland was not so bad. the sky is still blue. and is still. like a glass thing. i see beyond--space, constellations, satellites. junks away, one gets to listen to good songs. then when i got to be out the usual space God gets i, i saw things like ice pops, balloons, and candy. then i walked out with 10, 000 poets. it is so cool not to be dead these instances.

well.

people and things one finds in space collide with soap bubbles

i think soap ought to be a good thing in one's thoughts when beginning the day. it's like nice juice as baon and sandwiches to eat today. so, how's the day when you wed a goldfish to you like it's a gentle toy in the hand? cute day to you.

hell is okay. it's good taste to be in hell today and see the people who keeps hell tiptop in shape. seen one of the hell people lately? say hello and go to God to get tips on how to eat soap.

you, okay?

i also can't sing today. i think it's the sky.

i can't connect two kinds of things which do not own any thing as one except being in thought. i think it's sad.

hello..?

is being a paid ice pop fan for not just once cool? let's see. i'll check. today the sky falls.

i hate.

when this place was new the day was pink skies and cotton candy, the night was starry just like now. then i got to be a paid ice pop fan. life's so well until i wake up one day not a paid ice pop fan. okay, such details do not affect the ins and outs of this planet yet i and you know people like i when sad could kill. well. flip?

when

when i was young the the sky was blue. today, it still is blue, with a bit of rain, lightning, and planes. today, i think one's existence on this planet gets to be so precious in standards of loss. the more you lose a thing the more it becomes of value. and things and people which do not exist are prettier than those who is familiar about you. sad, huh?
i'd like you to know i date non-existent people and eat non-existent things. cute.

let the night begin again

Walking through a winter night,
Counting the stars
And passing time
I dream about the summer days,
Love in the sun
And lonely bays
I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love,
On one of these lonely winter nights
Dreaming through a winter night,
Memories of you are passing by
It seems to me like yesterday
I think you knew I couldn't stay
I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love
Lady starlight, help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love
Walking through a winter night,
Counting the stars
And passing time
Snow dances with the wind
I wish, I could be with you again
I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love
Lady starlight, help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love

by scorpions

let the night begin

as usual i  get to be sad about a few things in life. like?

so, when was the instance  you went to a place of faith to be a disciple? cute, huh? i'd like to check the places they put nuns to be. it's like to apple:  how would you like to exist today? i  think God is a cool guy when He listens to i. it's cute, cute, cute.

oh, santi.

let the night begin.

candies, anyone?

etc details

i do not steal face.

+++

so what do you get to think since coffee whiles? eat a doughnut. nyahahaha. is it tuesday? i think it is still sunday. i can still taste the cold iced tea like just now. so, when will you be able to go with i outside? i feel like being a poet suddenly, you know. like guyabano juice also. in between feelings like these get i a nice high.

to elen:

the constellations die by inches
and when you hit the tides
i can see one
you get to be so wide a distance about the land
by day i watch the sea get to the beach
soon we will weep
like chickens pecking on the feeds
when you left i wept
although not so bad
i took a can of soda
gulping down its contents i watched you go
into the sea as i think you felt like since you went
you in a distance
and the sea you finally touched

"Animal Nitrate"

Like his dad you know that he's had
Animal nitrate in mind
Oh in your council home he jumped on your bones
now you're taking it time after time

oh it turns you on, on, on, now he has gone
oh what turns you on, on, on, now your animal's gone?

Well he said he'd show you his bed
and the delights of his chemical smile
so in your broken home he broke all of your bones
now you're taking it time after time

oh it turns you on, on, on, now he has gone
oh what turns you on, on, on, now yor animal's gone?

what does it take to turn you on, on
now he has gone?
now you're over 21?
now your animal's gone?
animal, he was animal, an animal

by Suede.

independence of opinion

it's the life you can't tell the world. it's the candy you feel like chewing on hidden instances. it's the top you take off when you get so hot with the guys. it's the shoes you kick. it's the lipstick stain on the tee. it's the lunch you say goodbye to. it's the pal you hook up with on weekends. it's the note you send to gals who weep when you pass by. it's the song you sing on sundays. it's the life you can't tell the world.

be it.

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i think opinion is not talent. it's a capability which defines the lines between you and one not you. it's not God-given as it is at one's own expense and it can gain one a punch on the face when it's withheld or taken into thought not so lightly. okay, this is God so i get to set up the guidelines about the how-tos. what. i feel like it. you get into this blog and i get it with you when you get to be the things i would like you to be. an online punch won't be so bad. it is to add to the pogi points one gets. sad?

you can count constellations and weep

Like you said, you'd never get used to it
But it's lost that old surprise
Time comes and goes so quiet now
Leaves emptiness behind our eyes
Oh, darling, if I could spare us
From an hour of the pain
Like you said, you'd never get used to it
But love's worn out again

Winter's here, bring the blankets out
To cover up the cold
I'm dreamin' of the good night's sleep
Like I used to know in days of old
You told me you felt all alone
But you did not tell me when
Like you said, you'd never get used to it
But love's worn out again

Love's worn out again, darling
It's moved around the bend, darling
There's no telling when
We'll feel it again

Oh, maybe I can't see what's plainly in my view
Oh, I wish I was a better man, maybe it's just you
But there's something goin' on here
Like a wound that will not mend
Like you said, you'd never get used to it
But love's worn out again

Love's worn out again, darling
It's moved around the bend, darling
There's no telling when
We'll feel it again

Love's worn out again, darling
It's moved around the bend, darling
There's no telling when
We'll feel it again

Love's worn out again, darling
It's moved around the bend, darling
There's no telling when
We'll feel it again ...

 by America.

such is a nice thing. this business of going in and out of the house about hidden instances. like cotton candy. you know you had it when you begin losing it and the sweet taste is not so sweet at all---a wisp of a thing. once, i owned china yet it was on a long lost legacy i swallowed by a fowl. gold, bloody, black. life's good.

today and about days ago i played whiles about highstreet 5. it's cute and nice. like candy. i like the scenes and the dancing. highstreet5.com.ph fun, nice, cool. it's like being in a life long ago.

life is cute about ice pops

today i get to think life is so okay being a paid ice pop fan. it's a thing i used to do in the past, a thing i thought about as occupation when the skies get to be so happy in good hues, a job i'd like to be about.


anyway. tonight i bought a soda which in the label says i would get a high when gulping it down. all the way down. beings like nanay do not say okay yet it does get i a high. when i feel so high i sleep well, wake up nice, and be the day's gentle kid. jekyll and hyde swings about the feelings i own today is, well, cool to the sight.

obvious. yeah. like usual paid ice pop fans who quit, life is not so well without being one. it is addiction about feelings, cuteness hidden so the skies is contained in one's sight, and bouncing wall to the dead about to go to hell on a scholarship.

hey, wait. i think selling doughnuts is a good idea. coffee?

do you know the way to the place they sell plastic balloons and yellow three day old chicks? you can get these with a cute play of counting signs with a gal who sells candies. yeah, long ago. oh, we don't die soon. yet this planet often has a wake daily in good and bad places. being dead is like finally getting to the final finish line and you know you can't win when you sinned so about the book going up so you go down and you find the day's bida with you. you know when one is an antagonist it's just flat. it's so global to be one's life special guy o gal and get away with it all. it's not so difficult to accept you can not be flat. all would like not to play the antagonist. all would like to be on the top of the list. then they put you in hell. up with the angels is not exactly a nice deed when you think they should be with you when they put you to hell. to all those who would not like to be flat ones: lead us not into hell. which is the title about the one going to hell? no one knows. it's nice to be unknown when one is going to hell. it's not nice being said.

walk with i tonight. it's cold. i need to kiss. anyone? just anyone.

watch out. ice pops!

i'd like to get the job again soon. it's nice to be a paid ice pop fan days like these.

life is okay today. it's not so sick like the hue yellow. no stuff to swallow. an ice pop is still is cool.

today is about cuteness and its effects to society. i hate yellow so. i get to don it today.

you never know love until you begin to hate

things like this make i ill. it takes awhile to know when a thing is okay. it's like getting to be a paid ice pop fan. soon, it was quits. yet i know i can always be a paid ice pop fan when i feel like it. it's easy to fill out a sheet about i and then get to the questions. it's like being in sleepland. you hasten to be out and to look which ones get to be the sleazy scenes. it's okay. i and you know that. huh.

i hate a splashy while when it's about the fifth day. you know hatred is cute. okay, so doodling will get i out fine and things will be so well. laughing about good clean jokes and life and chewing candies---these get i a high. go ahead. i'll get lace, glasses filled with peach juice, and good books. then i'll end this date with a good kiss. you know i and you? cute, cute, cute.

asians

asians know faithfulness like it is not a fling thing. i get to be an asian once in awhile so i know about it. it's like a blanket---about an asian spouse. it is not companionship or togetherness which leads to unfaithfulness. it is just is with an asian. i really don't care about non-asians. they know divorce and other dirty things. i could care yet i don't pass through walls so i just let it be. and it is like a balloon in the places i would like balloons about to be. it is blue and yellow and pink. etc. faithfulness.

when you are to spend this one lifetime with just about one guy/gal who would you like it to be? as easy as that. now, excuse i. i don't give a hoot when one is not asian.

it is painless and no hassles about it

yung alin?  getting a book and eating the pages. it takes seconds of one's life yet it is sustaining to the life of it. luck's like it. it's handy and usual. then you get to know one who is unlucky. so you go to hell and be a disciple of the punished one about hell. all is nice about it. it is cute and easy. like a lollipop. it sounds so fun and the hues cool. just like it. books get to be so fun and cool. sleeping gets you to it. you think about hell's boss while sleeping and it's cute as he tells you how it's like in books and in the actual. you see he getting a lollipop and he signs a pad so you can get stuff only physicians get to allow. well? go get a good book.

hey

you will be what you hate. apathy is good. tea is not so less good. a balloon gets i a high when it's about you and i. it is to be hued yellow or pink. like candies. it's about chewing, swallowing, and subsisting on it religiously as you can't get anything else with the allowance you get.

sleepy. sleepy. sleepy. dead.

cuteness is a pain in the left chest

i think it is good. this daily business of shitting. it cleans the physique and all. then i get to eat again. not so bad, huh?
which is a good sign today? chickens next place going about? cool clothing opinion? sandwiches on a stand? like, i said we don't get used to it so a one-night stand it gets to be again. life is plain. it's the hues which gets to you . then you know, it is a not-so-sad thing. life begets i. i beget things. things get loud and exhaling and inhaling. it is a planet filled with its citizens. then they walk on the land with feet touching the land. with hands getting things as they ought to be. such is life. sickness is i.

i know.

i will always cheat about you so you will know what i say when you don't want to listen. it's always a good thing not to deny bad and good things yet i always say good people win when bad people lose. it's a basic fact which does not escape i. it's like a good day. i can't win when i lose and when i win i can't lose. luck is okay. i always see you in good whiles while you pass by with a good sign you get to be today.

slapshocked

it is a few songs about a band. i think is still a belief with the youth these few songs can inflict pain about a feeling of a sudden falling in lust. i hate the hues of the night when a band playing in a place is okay with it. it is ought to be okay with all, no? and the hues be sedated and cool when the people listening about gets to be loud and wild. it's like painting with all the things good and bad when you feel like it. it's nice to know you get to be knowing which things i think about as of now. it's a nice connection about galaxies. love. live. lust.

today is to be a good day. well, ha.

happy sunshine day. all is well.

it is not a sad day. i just hate it when people get to the place i find about the bad things i do and i own. it is flee while. so, when do i get to own a piece of you now i don't know which way to go?
i saw one going to one's way and getting one to one's way. it is how influence is. opinion is a cute thing. keep it going. and anything is so easy.

blackout. i didn't get to watch tv soon while being so helpless with walls. i sketched a few designs, donned a big tee, and went walking about the block. kids played, a few kotse got in the way and i got into the kotses's way, fowls getting about. luck is to be glad today about all these. it's nice to know i still get to be okay with how a few things usually get to be so insane. life's cute. i get to be cute. you? cute. i? cute? those kids playing? cute.

btw, i hate the hot sun and the blue sky. today.

i was doodling a few sketches of you in thought yet you left i speechless when i got to the act of getting you a balloon. fact is, i just didn't see you today. i think also about last instance which was blank. it is nonsense which gets i a high today. it is a habit and i like it. it's a nuisance to peace of thought and i think it is a breakthrough. life's sad without doodles and you.

funny

potiska is cute.

laugh and you'll be laughing. weep and i'll get you stuff physicians only can allow. go and i will just be in the place you'd like to be. a goodbye is cute. it is like being in this planet with about a billion people and thousands of things; you say goodbye yet one can always see one again. it is not goodbye. it is just going to one's ways. life is cute this way. a goodbye is easy. and also not easy. one sees one's death as a passage of being an adult. it is going to a new place such as hell/heaven/next house. it is okay to die. i just don't know when it will be about one. with easy questions, i can always ask i. with difficult questions, i can ask a constellation. bwahahaha. do you know i get to be GOD soon? it was while asleep when i got to this wish. i'd like to take life as good advise. i take it and when i won't one can get i to it. with loud voices and punches and good hot soups.

*listening to the london suede.*

a few gals holding hands and going about while a song is playing.

it gets i a high

which? looking at photos and things about getting a scene in one's thinking. i like it. it's like a pink sky. it is not usual and it is a cute hobby. i will always hope about the good things in life. life is a bit uneasy when it is wet and cold and sedated. i think to cuddle is best nowadays. fun is fun.
so, which is going to be a good thing to do now? this post is just a bit of today. i also listen to songs, watch the walls, think about salads, and dunk a soda. i hate to end a day just sleeping. i think about being online as i about to go bed and get a glass of juice. it's a daily habit which keeps i going. it gets i a high, too.

lucky ones get an ice pop each. good day. i no longer is an paid ice pop fan. i can get to buy one about you anyway though.

to post pieces about clothing and shoes is a good thing i'd like to do. i would like to pull shoes not exactly alike about nice feet. it's nice, nice, nice. it's so so so cool. it's unique to all usual shoes.
people can tell when a thing is not okay with the way one clothes about. it is safe to don a good gown when the occasion is sedated. life is well with the ways of one when it is a splashy instance as you get a good coat. i believe in the power of pink, white, and black. okay. and also a bit of green. i believe in love, lust, and good prescription drugs for those not in peace. i always get a high about good tales on daily life---its busy acts, its lullabies about the splash down to the land, and the gals that go with all these. life's sad when one is in chains. those who put you in chains ought to be dead in a few seconds and i will initiate act one. don't hesitate to help those helpless about the sadness one inflicts on one. i do not know now know ill will against the planet and its citizens. the place is now as it is and is no one's fault. that's how life is. i hate spitefulness and the stuff it gets one. when one is like it one is not to be. i also think about a bit about luck.

plastic people

yeah. plastic people go about the place with such easiness i'd like to woo plastic people to bed. it's like eating cookies. it is a fix. like a sunday and a tuesday. life is cute. which is next job? fixing things, i think. like pcs and online things. like teaching a class with youth not knowing when to cheat. i hate the plasticty of plastic people yet i don't know which things seen in the sky i supposed to say. constellations away, i think of you.

do not pay

i tell they it's a shithole thing do get a life and inflict pain about it because they get so obsessed. i think luck is on a good guy's side so it's okay when i finally get about they's dwellings with cute things. it is step one to killing they. i do not apologize when i light things in such places. it's just. it is beyond justice and i get to be glad. so, let's inflict pain in they's chest. i hate ugly people who get so obsessed about i. get a facelift and be cute. life's nice this way.

when will this be?

shoes! when can i get one in these styles?
be happy.

one can't call a day today unless it is now. i like to think i did a thing about a while and it is now okay with the people, the lone satellite, and the ocean. i think about luck, goodness, and a one-night stand which went away so easily. it's like a bubble. you know soon it will be lost. saying again won't get it to you again.which is lost is lost and soon you'll find it in a new thing. i think about God and the insult i get when i go to a place of faith on a sunday. i do the insulting so it's actually a healthy self-help thing. i was once a toy so i know what it's like not to flee when a bad thing is beneath the bed and i think they ought to clap good sentences about this. it is difficult and easy and fun like a school subject one is stuck with for a long while. goodness is a quiet thing seeping in one's own laws and gets one bad-looking dates. seduction is plain body talk. life is good.

at once, all exploded and i was left about a bad joke. i think about the big bang opinion and the life in between  the happenings which is the life i get. to count well is good. to know hues, signs, and delights of this place is so okay i' d like to think such a thing is not. it's fun, okay, to know i can think. it's so good to be with you. peace? also with you.

no lunch today. i won't die just because i couldn't get lunch. i will just be wan and pale. like a pussycat in the night.  it is known to  people when the  eyes glow. they just don't  know how it feels like. and i won't get you clues. be a cat and find out. be and be okay with it. such things go easy when you feel like being one.                                                   

luck is getting out of a bullet's path. you live next day when it is not good today. check the sky.  it is still a fine thing to own without buying. and again , soon it will fall wet.

today i was shouting so well. life's not so well. being up and down with it is so often i can' t enjoy the fun. okay.

                               

anything.

hurt.

anything.
you love i. you love i. you love i. i don't hate you so. i think about you.

i quit as a paid ice pop fan. it is a fact which is likely. today i would like to be acceptable as a citizen of this planet in the usual way. it will be in a long while about being a paid ice pop fan again. about now, i'd like to be away.

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i know how it is to see this planet's lonely satellite in daylight. when the sky is blue, it is also a blue thing. a thing such as this is not so often. it gets i good feelings about this galaxy. it is like being in a book about beings you don't usually see and get to be in daylight life. night lends day things which constantly gets us hints the unusual is opinion.
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i cannot get you to weep. look to the sky. it is blue.

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it is sad when people get to this blog. i know they lost the chance of gulping a good canful of soda in a nice hidden place. i just take it out of one's thinking  and i left one half-dead in pluto. such luck to be in this blog knowing about it. do you hate i? it shows. hey, get this can of soda into you. luck says it will soon be okay. you will find you in a house like the one you left and it is not anyone's house. you do not know which things i do to get people insanity allowed about lowly beings. like dancing along a a disco tune. you lost you. you know you ought to be good.

i spent awhile talking to i. it's nice to do when all alone. i think it just is when loneliness gets i to be alone. it is to be away, glad, and not paying attention to stupid things in life. okay, it is cute. besides, i don't think God does it good. i know the ways in life and the little pests which go about. i think God won't be a challenge when i hang out with a good boy. life is so cute.

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i watched the shows on tv and it is all well with i today. lunch is plain. the sky is plain. getting online access is a plain thing. all is plain today. unlike a cold soda. the ice pops went to each kid plainly. 3 pesos each. cool, huh?

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is lust okay, foolish, and cute? lust is a hidden thing about being sung in one song. i think it's cute when people dedicate a song about i. it just is nice to know anybody can and is allowed to be paying attention about i and the feelings i own about they. it's a way to get it back to the whole galaxy. nothing is lost, all will be gain soon. and it is plain physics.

when i get to be in school this june i would like to take up philosophy. it's a way of life to think and established ideas get i a high when putting conflicts about such. i hate to nod to bad ideas and going to a school to get a good opinion is one thing i need to do. beauty is when you get to know a thing is to show you life gets to be so enjoyable. i would not like to hate online access, unseen people, and pizza. i would like to be a constellation in the sky i see at night, a stuffed toy boys kiss, and a good gal. i hate it when things go out of the way and i can't and things i would like to happen plainly can't be because of people's thoughts spoken out loud when such things they let out ought to be hidden and gone. it's zilch points when pests and nuisances tell i how to be today. awhile ago it was cute. not now. i think i ought to bite a pizza slice, choose good clothes, and be.


i love you.

about unseen stuffed toys

fun it was. today i was loud. i think it's bad when one is not unsuffering. it is not to own good ideas. it is light. good light. i hate it when people tell i what to be. it just is bad. it is not a people occasion. it is about one and not all. i think people ought to be i. then they'll know how to kick ass like a judo guy, defend as if playing chess, and offend people when they get too close to take all i own. i hate it when one of the people i think as a things about i go with just about anybody. such people get i so well i hate it when they think i not to take they not kept and see i as kept. it is not cute. i think about possessions and such things in life. i get to be self-possessed at few whiles and it is bad and it is so big a deal when i let anybody in. so, be gentle about i and i'll be good. it is also about in such in things like sights, clothes, and pets. it is life being cute because i would like it to be cute. okay, i collect photos of one-night stands. a one-night stand is an obsession which lasts awhile and it is nice when i think it lasts such a while. people get to it. i get to it. i won't let you know about such identities. it's good life to the fullest.

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a night ago i can't find what i did in sleepland. i think it's cute this way---not to know about good things and to see the bad. it's like coincidence with a little kitten. such thing just do a bit of goodness. one can't tell which sky it is today unless uulan. and you know the place you attend to with luck and attention. it is like finding joy at step one. step two is to be. last step is to die. at hidden whiles, i'd like to kill a bloody-eyed bunny for the sake of being cute and able to do so. such capability is cute in sleepland. this is what i think i got into the while i can't find in thought what i did in sleepland. a night ago, it was.

you know the way to the place i can find balloons and sell ice pops as an okay deed? i'd love to know the place. i can't find the place. i think it is outside this planet. is it a place they can be in when hiding against little ones? let's go.

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i know you'd like to know which things i tell the doc when i go to he to flee against thinking about lunatics only see. clinically, this patient 8153 is cute in hell, hated in heaven, and thinking about going to such places on a paid pass when in between. it is this planet's thought about fate which keeps i going to the doc. soon, people of the galaxy will go to this place and show the idea they own about attending to this planet's citizens. it's not being an alien which can convince us to go to buy ice pops sold in hidden places. it is the way they attend to you when the ideas they got gets you to finally to the doc. thanks, people. we would like an invasion. we'd like to know how it is when the doc talks get us stuff this galaxy hides. it's like a new thing. the influence of the people and the planets aligned to GOD's goals put chaos into clean bed things when i wake up each day. coffee tastes so good soon at 9a and you know when it's not coffee i swallow h20 and stuff cows get to the table and know it's not easy to be so happy although it's so possible to be. killjoys get it. they know what joy they take when they inflict pain to those happy with the way things will be like. i need people to get that cup about the table when i wake up. i cannot do it alone. it takes two to dance so bad. one dancing is cute and two doing things is so nice, cute, and beautiful to the sight. life is good today and i would like to stay in this day awhile. let's dance.

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ice pops? getting paid to sell one is cute. an ice pop is cool, with a likable hue easy to the sight, and of nice shape. i hate the thought of splitting an ice pop into two although i get so fond of the nice sound as one does it. and it goes with the thought of getting an ice pop into between one's lips, to about the waiting teeth and tongue, down the pipe, and into one's body. it's an ice pop's coolness this hot season which gets ice pop fans good pay. tasty hued hard fluid is so good to one's tongue one does not apologize about buying ice pops. being paid about it is an offense. and it is this opinion which gets i a high. i feel so tall and illegal. it's like a one-night stand. you know you can get away with just about anything. one just couldn't tell one's boy about such illegal things. it is planned and boys plan it to be. it is faith, opinion, and thought. it is legal when one enjoys yet when one is ought to be dedicated to a few things against it is so illegal. ice pops, one night stands, and planned events get i to be. and then, illegal and legal, i let it be. such is a life of a paid ice pop fan. ice pop faithfuls, buy at least an ice pop a day. these hot season, enjoy an ice pop. an ice pop and insanity keeps the galaxy a nice place to be in. likewise about pretty boys taking i out. life is like this: cute, a paid thing, and feelings about it last the whole while. then one is on the exit. i can't think about the idea it's all about deeds. i think it's about how much you enjoy while at it. then how one let it be is how it is. i can't think it is about God's will or the feeling God knows who i get to with next on ice pops stands, doc clinics, and in the ward. i just get ice pops to the next kid, go check the doc's advise when things get so unhealthy about the thoughts i own when waking up, and get on with life on a high about it when i get to watch tv and know life will be okay. it is so fun. say.

now, you know. life is cute. let's be cute.

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i saw a dog getting in line with his kid. here, pup, ice pops will let you be happy.

okay.

oh, hello.

uh-oh. gaganda ka kaya pag-nag date na tayo? anong kulay ang dapat isuot sa date natin? i think it is science: a collision of two bodies which can cause a defiance of conventional physics and a constancy to biological issues.


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do i like a vegetable salad? yah. it is a healthy option to food choices. it is tacoyaki day. i had cabbages and tacos with spaghetti sauce and cheese in a psychotic setting. and i like it. i'd like no less than tacoyaki. well, it is today. today is nice. so, what else would you like to eat? is it blue? yellow? pink? soft? chewy? unhealthy?

*hands you a taco* anyone? don't die of cold.


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i saw a pretty boy. it is his eyes. nice face. cute. he talks nice. white tank. red jeans. unlaced, dejected shoes. AND nice accent.

beautiful people. pretty boy stands out in white and red.

it is so easy to fall in love.

wait, i think i'll ask he out. good luck about i.

ice pops. P3/each.

i still had a few pesos left so i went to a pc station to update people about the life i exist about and which things i get to be lately.

it is job fiesta in sm city. i'd like to attend. the thing i look about a job is that it is to be of good pay. as of now, i get paid to be an ice pop fan. suits i. it is a hot day. anything cool is quite cool.

i would like to get a baseball cap. it will be bloody in hue, with a little belt at the back, and is nice to choose with a white cotton top. it will go well with jeans. i can see it now. bet it is on today's wishlist. it will cost about 150 pesos. downtown, it will get to that cost plus a label on the inside which does not cost anything.

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when i was 11, i had a big fight with a pal on softball. she and i punched i and she, scratched, kicked like the chun li fans that we get to be those whiles. i had a high on these until lately. it just is not a good thing, to boast of such thing. it is payback when i get to be an outpatient, file 8153, on the psych section of the local hospital. people get kicks just watching i donate blood each instance i get to be confined. i don't know. pwede na hindi.

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what's up? sky, clouds, fowls. :D

tonight is good. i went out with two. we ate orange chicken at chowking plazoleta gay. i was a klutz yet all went okay. then i bought cheap stuff at cute stands: compact, eye shades, bath soap, blades. i'd like to buy a good signpen. when i get to it, the shop was closed. guess. i get to wait for a few whiles to be doodling on a nice pad. signpens, pencils, oils---all essential to fashion designing about i these days. i'll post designs in this blog soon. hope all is okay.

i began sketching at age 4. drawing one: own pop and i, holding hands and going to school. it is now a lost thing. i keep it in thought, though. then, i did not know how to sketch a whole body with its angles and lines. now, i used an s bent physique in designs to sketch a top to toe physique.
i like sketching shoes: the left shoe does not coincide with its next thing and is of silk, a left pointed shoe with its opposite thing a blunt one, one with shoelaces while the next is without lace. it's nice and one with these shoes is of an odd setting. which can be of being bent on these shoes i look about. anyone?

so, this is tonight.
next in agenda: sleeping so well i can't be out of sleepland until genuine daylight.

good luck to anyone.

today, i studied chinese language. just a bit, though. i found a book about it days ago and now i think i ought to know a bit about it. it is nice how each sign about a thing gets to be. i guess a bit how each sign is of. and this is the site on studying chinese: http://www.mandarintools.com

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new clothes hues: black, green, white, blue.
i would like clothes in the closet to be of these hues. all shades of these hues define style, i think.

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date ta.

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iced pops sold this day: good.

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when can i get to college?

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yaaah.

when constellations say it all: a few things about i

1. i do not know how to shoplift.---false.
2. i think bamboo shoots are edible.---yes.
3. i, left-handed---can't tell. i can doodle with the left-hand in fantasies.
4. i suppose seduction is cute.---not science fiction.
5. i wish to date you.---false.
6. i know how to play chess.---yes.
7. one can delight i by buying i pizzas.---not fiction.
8. this place is called neptune.---not science fiction.
9. i would like to be in pluto.---a lie. neptune is okay.
10.betelgeuse is cute.---not exactly.
11.i started learning english at 4.---typical.
12.i know how to cook.---access denied.
13.i had attended college last 1999.---yes.
14.cute ako.---yes.
15.i attend national elections.---false.
16.i like hues like pink, white, and black.---yes. it shows.
17.i know chinese calligraphy.---okay, i fail on this.
18.lack of talent is...---not bad. talent is not equal in each one.
19.i update people about a life they don't like.---yes. i exist, you know.
20.i know how it is to be one in states of excitability and sadness.---think well. it is not false.
21.i own things i don't see.---not false.
22.i could kill you.---not false. i'll send you cute things as step one.
23.i signed up on dating sites.---yes.
24.i signed up on dating sites because i like the questions they asked about i.---hmmm. yah.
25.i hate you.---can't tell.
26.you hate i.---i know. you know.
27.God exists.---yes. it is i (as long as you stay in this space.).
28.i would like to study fashion design.---no.
29.hobbies: watching tv, texting, sketching, eating good food, sleeping at night (hihihi), telling beings beneath the bed to stay away, being online, stamp collecting.---yes.except the stamp collecting.
30.i once know how it is to beg.---yes. being unwealthy can be healthy and nice.
31.i sell ice pops.---*blank look*
32.i get paid to sell ice pops.---yes. it is just fun.
33.i insult toys because it is fun.---faithfully.
34.highest education: high school.---yes. it is not easy when it's college.
35.age as of this post: 29+.---yah.
36.i would like to own neptune.---not false. as it is like what's left of this galaxy.
37.saying "gaga" is a bad thing.---yah. this is how it is in this place.
38.life is still cute with less fun.---yah. because of i.
39.a blue top is cool.---yah. and pink is nice.
40.listening to sad songs is good taste.---not false. i like being sad and sedated.
41.i gulp stuff only physicians can allow.---fabulation. okay, yes.

one can't be beyond cute.

fuck.

i sold none of the ice pops about i today. this day is plain and easy. it's like a sandwich. it's what i need to be glad nowadays. and, oh, those ice pops. i love this life.

so what happened to i and the pretty boy i was with last night in sleep land? he went away just like that. anyone would say this is best. good, good.

which is the nicest ice pop color?

well...


i can't find a cigarette stick to light in this unenlightened place. i'd like to hold a stick when i hate candies. i hate chewing candies. i will soon think about the stuff i get to put between the lips. it's only just. this planet is not lenient about people like i. okay. it is difficult to find a cigarette, eat candies, and to hug stuff toys i can't see. anyway, i think it's luck to see such things. it's only cute to be able to get those finally. it's like an idiot success tale of the day.

i suppose the unseen is to be unseen once and again. those seen ought to know those who put they in sight. it's a bad place in a while. one is to be in the nicest way possible.

last night, i was on the way to see another pretty boy when i saw the night sky. it was full of constellations. millions of constellations. i think it was a conspiracy of these galaxy things to hold such constellations up the sky. o, luna. life was not so easy until i once wished so easy.

who is this pretty boy? unknown i'd like he to be. i was with he, plain and plain, and such a while was unlike anything. it was the white top i had on...the red lipstick...the yellow eye shade...the pink blush on the cheeks...good heeled shoes...anything i had was so good. because i was with he. we kissed and it was such a good night.

when i had lunch this noon: utan, fish, kanin, h2o. it's like, okay, this day is just as plain as its lunch. it will soon be sunset. then night instances. the good thing: i withstand today's difficulties. it is enough i won't be able to be in an accident while the day ends. this day is plain and good and easy. cool, huh?


do you know the way to the beach?

"i think you knew i couldn't stay."---lady starlight, scorpions.

date ta? wait, ha? i need to get the ice pops to little ones pa.

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who is who? no one knows. in neptune, it is possible to eat pizza while watching a clock go about its ways also. life is cute. tonight, i will be in space to count galaxies dying and beginning. i think about things like when to get up when lost in sleepland. i joke. yet i do not kid. i'd like people to sing yet i do not listen to they. life's cute this way. when it is splashy i get to seek ways not usual about i. like dancing while the sky falls down. i do not know the ending of a song yet i think when a good song is played i think it is about i and a life belonging to a beautiful boy. i let love thought about at one instance happen. i let it be. then i go like space things go, quietly and achingly.

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i was not the lucky one until today. it is about doughnuts, tea and last day's clothes. i think life is cute. it is nice when people watch as i go about daily happenings like i get to be one of they. acceptance into such existences is such a nice thing. i could see how this will end. the beginning is cute.

you know, i exist. i hope you will be with i as i go about this blog. life's a nice thing to gain and to lose.

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being a paid ice pop fan, i instill good beliefs about this place. it is all about hues, heat, and feelings. one can know these things get to be big things. i handle feelings with delicacy of touching an ice pop and luckily, it gets to be good. ice pops taste so cool. i check its hues and coolness. and i begin the day. luck is to get it to the next kid looking about it.


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tonight, life is not so sad. i get to be glad about it. a kitchen issue is a lot. i get to eat well soon so i don't feel so bad when anybody would like to punch i in the face. a slap is also fine. life's cute.

no one can take i away yet so i play with life. it is cute, nice to touch, and beautiful. i can always be a song. unplayed, i will go on. soon i can be.

anything. neptune is cool. saturn has bands. earth is a puzzle. pluto is a little thing you can find in any place. jupiter is good. where is i?