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This blog fizzled out ages ago. If my life becomes interesting for other people I may start it up again.
This blog fizzled out ages ago. If my life becomes interesting for other people I may start it up again.
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call me wet trampoline she said today. well i was too busy with my hand.
shake well before use she said but you never touch me anymore.
i was busy listening for phone sex
coming through the back door. in skin-tight trunks. and we all went mental...
and danced.
i get my kicks on channel six. i get my kicks on channel six...
to the off-peak...electricity.
and the light blinds my eyes. and i feel dirty.
and the light blinds my eyes. and i feel...so...shaken in my faith.
here comes christ on crutches.
and here comes another god. here comes another god like a buffalo thunder
with a...smell of sugar...and a velvet tongue...and designer voodoo.
and i got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s.
freeze-dried with a new religion. and my teeth stuffed back in my head.
blue skies, palm trees and rollercoasters... *cries*
Seeing as it's Christmas i'll 'llow your poem. It's actually a pretty good one too :)
Merry X'Mas Jeffu! =)
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