Saturday 29 September 2007

The murky essence of morning parallels the twilight zone; as if paralysed by apathy, the day ends as the day starts – the psychology of the situation becomes apparent in pissing blood, one way, or another, it’s going to happen & the urologist will glance sideways into the muggy sample, this disorder is common in both sexes.

the renaissance has been replaced by the bed pan.

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