At 01:39 PM 4/25/2002, you wrote:
peep this:
so make it, its actual. yet, per the quota, it heals.
what do you think?
appease all! your responses + epistolaries go to that place/i.a.e.
send the thespian where you finish off.
oh, there can be times, if the seive is wounded, when our innate
uselessness wets the area. “ohm. mitre. fiery star. hitler ties”
nassau @ easter?
