Saturday, September 27, 2008

Moles Greeting Rid Of Them

Orientation meeting hatred written on a square piece of paper stationery

Poor little man sat huddled in their fledglings. Fear. Maneuvered themselves in fear, in terror of his life, viscous swamp rotten routine. Who made a miserable existence? Each ...
rot - an inheritance of each. Rot still alive (although the word "live" out of place here). Perhaps people are the most pathetic creatures on the planet. And a lot sadder than that of the mirror looks just exactly the same putrid substance. just knowing about it does not make it better ...

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