Soup of sleep becomes soup of confusion
2005-10-02 - 3:57 p.m.

The incoherent world of smiles can't help but understand what so slimily happend to the index. My word, our fortunes no longer lay in the library.

It happened that husky stubble formed itself on top of a rather graceful pair of naked legs. The following events proved to be mindblowingly related to swallows. Indeed, never have tumors seemed so dear to the hearts of cats.

What remains is a soup of confusion. I have eaten this soup and found no satisfaction.

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