BANANA the small skeleton is hidden in a hoof, the horse goes on to Calgary. werecircus nutritious wind wind & withers my wife finds my mistress' nipple "when
nobody's here to look or deep throat these collapsable golden telescopes after the kids!" "how did we get on to this" smokiness, laughter, who – oh and vanilla gnomeloaf – ask for anything more? the music was from the hills but not of them the gentlest of computer errors perforation, or pore, put on the latch ~ ~ ~ Helen Bridwell Poet, Net Artist, Avatar [EMAIL PROTECTED]
