Bells and Whistles
I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and pillows,
When all at once I saw a crowd: a host of golden armadillos.
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August 09, 2004
This Was Inevitable
I've been
shizzolated
.
Posted at August 09, 2004 09:19 PM