I better not tell, how they shot us from heaven. They keept us rusty. And we believed the sun is a scissor with a grinning mouth in the middle. They cut us from the buffet. Left for decoration. Next to the pudding.
I saw some reflections. I thought they might be fingers of God.
Well, it was a hard boiled egg. I better not tell story's from San Francisco.
Random quote of the day:
If I asked you to have sex with me,
would the answer to that question be the same as the answer to this question?
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