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- Got your baby, got your blanket, got your bucket o...
- Acting out. . .
- If you're really bored...
- Walking Man...and Woman...and lots of small people
- i think i hear a fiddle. . .
- Happy Birthday, Kristen!!
- Ahh, the sentiment of love...
- The winds of change. . .
- More Sand...
- Like sands through the hourglass, so are the links...
- I'm not saying anything... But I'm thinking a lot.
- It's too sad!
- This is a Test. A What? A Test. A What? A Test. Oh...
- Johnny Depp rocks!!!!
- You can hear the ocean roar, in the dangling conve...
- Darling shouldn't i be the one wondering, after al...
- If you've gots the poison, I've gots the remedy....
- umm......hi!
- "Then I was young and unafraid...
- I'll catch my breath, and count to ten, and open m...
- Single But Bold
- Please make me young (at least for the moment)...
- from The Matriarch
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- I thought that we'd be further along by now.
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2 comments:
Yo Yo Yo, Everybody welcome the Ice Master Shane Slither and his beutiful wife, G. Digital Cory Jazz. Wassup. Fo Shizzle.
apparently dad is the "miggity-mack". disturbing, i know.
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