a blown boy

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.