High, Sam, how are you? Yes, I spelled hi wrong intentionally. That
message made me laugh
Update your CD collection. Checkout
http://www.raineemusic.com.
Crazy 'bout beading? Try
[EMAIL PROTECTED]
----- Original Message -----
From: "Samuel Proulx" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: "talk2" <talk2@AndreLouis.COM>
Sent: Tuesday, October 30, 2007 9:07 AM
Subject: The Talk2 List ooh oh oooooh yeah ride the bacon train!
chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga tomato! Woooo Wooo!
Yeah, that's how it goes in and out and in and out and up and down the
hallways of my reality yesterday evening before me's fleas and bees made
she's sneeze and weeze to please and tease the cheese. Yes, your honor.
I will testify! I am a hep cat! I have not got sausage! I have a
digital nose that knows it blows to close the woes that froze the clothes
in snows of foes. I will not be exploded or stuffed! Will you palpitate
my palpus like it was perfect and we weren't all made of stars that are
starting to melt inside our rayon panties in the glare of the public
pubis? Pretend, please! Perhaps proudly, probably promptly. Previous
pickpocket Patricia's picked problematic porpoises. This is 1948, and I
am glad, glad, glad, glad, glad, glad! Excuse me while I determine this
rabbit. Does it love clingfree like I love you? Do you love me like
clingfree to? Can we walk on the beaches of Taltron III and exchange
acidic kisses by the nitrogen ocean under a pink sky? Yes! For we have
tantacles, now. We are free to be or not to be. To love from above.
Have you ever tasted rape? I bet it's not like peaches and cream would
seem. I will give you the moon, no downpayments required, because I feel
the cords of your sorrow binding my spleen. Will you smile for me,
Jordene? I can't wear your socks, for I am not a lesbian. So I put your
experiences in containers on my bookshelf. Sometimes I take them down and
hold them. I can feel them pulsing. They pulse for me, so I will
understand. But I don't. Maybe if I had some apple sauce I could plum
the depths of the universe. But I doubt it. What's the point? The baby
just turns into a pig, in the end; maybe if we beat it harder next time,
it will become a gyroscope. That would show that pussy! But it won't; it
just cycles and cycles and cycles and you go back to the start of the last
part and it cycles and cycles again. The fabric on this chair is warn,
and existence is futile. You might as well do drugs. But it won't help.
Just ask the chair.
Did you miss a message? Well, don't.
http://www.mail-archive.com/talk2%40andrelouis.com/
has it for you. Never miss a Talk2 message again.
Did you miss a message? Well, don't.
http://www.mail-archive.com/talk2%40andrelouis.com/
has it for you. Never miss a Talk2 message again.