Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Cart Ere Horse Especial

Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Ask any [Native American] - Robert Orben - don't be afraid to care. I need me. We need us. Stars and monuments. Dig that hole, get the sun. Paralysis girder metronome, legato. Backdrift girder metronome, largo. Simpleton feather metronome, impossible!

Run run run run through the halls. Greasewise headspin. Dynasty karaoke fire soldiers run through no man's land screaming, "I wanna be Bob Dylan!" V. et. nam. Backdrifting, sideshifting, the fire soldiers have reached the barracks of the enemy. They tug and pull, singe and burn, run and sweat - for the foe's gates are mighty tall, mighty strong. Turn to the right! Speaking of the promenade, let's arrange something for you to eat: I took three green onions of various species and chopped them to allow for a sauté procession. You missed the starting gun!

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