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St. Augustine The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page. D.Sl.D.

white ink Oh! Darling, please believe me I'll never do you no harm Believe me when I beg you Don't ever leave me alone Ofest?????

:-$ Money is neither god nor devil. It is merely a form of energy that expands us and makes us more of who and what we already are. I like it a lot. Next ten years? More like 30. Ya gotta pay to play - but ya can't win if ya don't play, get it?

dani- check your email

skits k,j. isall good. one luv skits

Jake Its only a joke; besides, dont hate the player hate the game

skitter Jake, no haters. skits.

Jake Tolle Norway, already sinking to the murky depths of human depravity in resumming whaling now proposes to TRIPLE its whale slaughter...clearly dark and evil souls are in control of this once enlightened nation...I urge everyone to express your disgust and revulsion at these murderous acts by communicating directly to Norway's Prime Minister and too the political parties in Norway's Parliament...but ultimately a worldwide boycott of high school boys from Norway may be the only way to stop their insane depravity, so let them know you support this boycott.

Milko Valent The Sky Loves You Silently Nebo te ne?ujno voli sedam je broj teke ljubavi. to pie na nebu koje te ne?ujno voli. na sajmovima proljetne glazbe ja sam progonjeni Pitagora. supijan od matematike forsiram rijeku bez obala: trodjelnu paranoju po?etka, sredine i sredine. vjerujem u slu?aj koji reiraju mudri drogirani bogovi u nama. zato sam mirno zaspao u tebi. sanjao sam tvrde bore djevojaka, brzu inteligenciju i strast kornja?e. praznina u klubu Amadeus i ostalim djevojkama mogla se rezati noem kao ku?ni ljubimci u afektu. spavaj, nebo nas ne?ujno voli. sutra u sedam popit ?emo kamilicu i opet raditi jazz. ono bitno buja polako, nikada hitno. mi nismo prva, mi smo zadnja pomo?. baci na sedam i grli do smrti. seven is the number of heavy love. that is written in the sky that loves you silently. at spring music fairs Im a prosecuted Pythagoras. almost drunk on mathematics I force the rivers without banks: three-part paranoia of beginning, middle, and end. I believe in coincidence engineered by the wise drugged gods in us. that is why I peacefully fell asleep inside you. I dreamt about heavy wrinkles of girls, swift intelligence and the passion of the turtle. the emptiness in the Club Amadeus and in other girls could have been cut with a knife like pets in distress. sleep, the sky loves us silently. tomorrow at seven oclock we will drink a chamomile tea and again work on jazz. that essential thing swells slowly, never urgently. we are not the first, we are the last aid. throw on the seven and hug till you die.

samboni Preachment! Dear friend, You are about to receive Long John Barleycorn Nicotine and the temptations of Eve No parkin' by the sewer sign Hot dog, my razors broke Water drippin' up the spout But I dont care, let it all hang out Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees Sun is shinin' through the shade Nobody knows what its all about It's too much, man, let it all hang out Saw a man walkin' upside down My T.V.s on the blink Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out Sleep all day, drive all night Brain got numb, can't stop now For sure ain't no doubt Keep an open mind, let it all hang out It's rainin' inside a big brown moon How does that mess your baby up, leg Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out Let it all hang out Let it all hang out Let it all hang out

KneeCola Yo yo! Sounds like you are having a wonderful time exploring and going on odd adventures. This journal thing is cool. I'll keep checking this thing out. Miss you!!!! Lots of Love, Nicole

TA J'ai caché Mieux que partout ailleurs Au jardin de mon cur Une petite fleur Cette fleur Plus jolie qu'un bouquet Elle garde en secret Tous mes rêves d'enfant L'amour de mes parents Et tous ces clairs matins Faits d'heureux souvenirs lointains Quand la vie Par moment me trahie Tu restes mon bonheur Petite fleur Sur mes vingts ans Je m'arrête un moment Pour respirer Ce parfum que j'ai tant aimé Dans mon cur Tu fleuriras toujours Au grand jardin d'amour Petite fleur Prend ce présent Que j'ai toujours gardé Même à vingt ans Je ne l'avais jamais donné N'ai pas peur Cueillie au fond d'un cur Une petite fleur Jamais ne meurt.

TA is one classy individual; nobody can decifer that code.

TA okay.... i'll say this sloooowly..... PHOTOS ....... okay ? you try ...... PHO - TOES ..... okay???? that's it. and, uh, check out them neckked statues and stuff in Italy. I seen em in books. They're all old and famous and stuff. and don't you dare, uh, you know.....S.D! enjoy the blog, FF. Mach Blog!!!