Saturday, July 22, 2006
a clump of dead baby sea weed
I'm a captain of a ship you blubbery pieces of styrofoam ooohhh my rope my rope ooohhh beware Johnny Depp. flush him down the potty. it was nice being enemies with you. die run alison run oh the pain why you lets send him a letter. mmm it's ok I don't mind, I've been waiting for it to fall off yes oh yea why don't you put it in your pocket. get her, ansel watch your language. YO!! oh you oh you him oh him music jazz bracelet falls broke lost deep blue the captain always sinks with its ship
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you know i have a strange feeling that this insanity stems from an inability to communicate feelings that are strong and overpowering. Your brief spurts of strange physocoticness (terrible spelling) are a deep upheaval of emotional turmoil mixed with attraction and teenage hormones. You would do very well to either plan a way to express such feelings or bury them very deeply and try your best to ignore them and don't give into their pleas to be shared with the world even if the one who causes them will never understand (aka Jazz).
what kendra means is u r crazy
nicely put jess
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