October 26, 2009, 11:09 am

monk roster

Bath with favor. I'm grown gone. Cost lots of bushels. I went south and fought many guards. Thus we say mask. I axed her tooth. It clanged like cancer.
tom created this

October 26, 2009, 10:49 am

ropmar

Go your way, whale. Joy off target. Squish veer violets in lasting coal farms. Tell the grandkids we're cold. Uncover my mallet collection. Take a corrective dump.

Plastic tar in my eyelids makes it easy to join in. Paper peel garage hides my feelers from the light. The drastic fight cut up the power. Utter like mice.

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October 22, 2009, 6:24 pm

surrendered

this won't hurt the way that i want it to. but I can read the little typing in the air and in the words of our brothers. between this and the other compartment i will enforce the way of the sin. outwards and breaking up in the gully that little washer of a man ate the rest of the purchased earth. don't undo the ways and wades of titles. of wishes and bigots. you've got all the pain polls. you've got bananas and elephant shoes. bumpy blue bells and forests of clean room
joshua pounced this

October 21, 2009, 10:02 am

dead talking

I sart from fastic tosses. Pop pain dirt into candle. I washing tan. Let's eat fruits. How grateful towns are for your flimsy window.
tom pounced this

September 23, 2008, 1:48 am

wowowowowo

many long windows held up the entire length of the3 heart. my solitude grew like a chaining dodger. now the test of torture will all ow me to kinder. the fire is growing on the porch but nothing in me will shower. baby wants a rattle to hitch a door with. martyr. lego.
joshua remembered this

September 23, 2008, 1:46 am

sunshine

test
joshua ate this

September 24, 2007, 8:27 pm

ghseo. grunt

woman brings the hearth to the best of the freedom winter. worlds of desperate and ringers fright. houses in the river. we trues don't have guts.
joshua blasted this

April 11, 2007, 9:12 pm

blip chip

crunchy treat eat me czech. commit no burglaries and you won't have no time for dousing. kindle it up now percy reliever, keep that penny washer rolling. so boastful he was at the time for renewed vacations. a warm light filled the air and i was on my toes in feet stockings. bo bo kill the rats.
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April 2, 2007, 9:28 pm

keep it under your sofa

clumpy dill dip is here. we made it together with whispers. are you hearing me be out there in town? what would I win if i painfully arched my back? hop on down the the toe-show.

put a batch in the crsip maker. gurgle nicely now, no sly moves. keep it as simple as istanbul.
joshua squeezed this

April 2, 2007, 9:25 pm

sloppa sloppa ting bang hofstra

unfortunate candy me. a breath of luck gave a new pace to the crunching hot builders pants. pretty big shovel, huh? not even worth two bites of gravity. very vowel. did you discover my neck? how timid of it to say like that. aim at the sandwich and we'll be rewarded with gun-shower.
joshua pooped this

March 6, 2007, 4:41 pm

areon

Part with the parchment, pick up my lunch man. We has no way to cake the bake sale. Soak up and shut up, we don't have a clue about you. Or really not interested in a bugar treatment. Are you mean with the motherly? Are you seeping with extents of mankind? Grow up and cradle a new born face, wicked with right. Pale pots your mother forgot about are plaguing my wallowing spirits. March south and crush a garden.
tom grew this

March 2, 2007, 11:47 am

contain force

retain muscle deliciousness. i am comparing the hour of tremers with my own canteen. told you yeserday that the nwespaper was building his own kick bag. oh, how terrible it could be to be a fading another. enter it and bite yourself. hope down at this blank sore. couch bomb did not aim duly but aided me in forcing a new test in frank contestant news rallies. sump pimp is taqngled in a web of nausea. hit the hammer with a conk shell. do not inform me of anything that which might hate me. sue yourself in my own death box. count force in the number of times it takes to pierce a long continuous tank. shout badly at tinklers and gawkers near the spring rivulet of town meetings. be not very weary of something ending in sumptuous fright. it is always good to have a nose in the business of doom. a sunny day was brouhgt her by the nucleus of another fidgiting monster beam. no one is better at this good house keeing than the young before mother dumpster.
joshua shooted this

March 2, 2007, 11:39 am

clip the batch

however it smelled, i was able to gain exit of the pillar. my movements were thin, railing themselves between annoying and comparable. today something is partially hydrogenated in my compartment. blaming the wrong tilts will cause a young pain to be forced out of your kindling. pop the torch lights and bend forward learning the new match system. companions of all varieties became withered and behind them there was a noose. but never fear i hollow trip comma is appauling me. in my diary i found three things. hunchd in a pant was a drake duke. form a barf.
joshua shooted this

March 1, 2007, 4:21 pm

bo boppa

I run away at the sight of it. It's rediculous. Look at it.
tom kicked this

February 15, 2007, 11:57 pm

we'll rise again

sorry we died. we will rise. the earth is clouded and eats pork filled garbage. Nooooooo. That gear has a lot of tork. It rocks my world.
tom squeezed this

December 3, 2006, 8:05 pm

mertle the acknowledger

Where\'s two burto hand pals ? I wasn\'t sure who drank pro for the country next in sword illusion. Prayers danced including major utterance. Is he available? Market to the wisdom fed farthest pestilance. Munchy cross counting was a great sport. I threw over a bot poor with nasty popularity.
tom busted this

October 24, 2006, 1:12 am

haiku poo treatment

The earth erupted, The sky was ripped and raging, But i was asleep.
tom kicked this

October 21, 2006, 5:45 pm

ho down

well this is sure is interesting is. sliver away, snakes of ten, throw a ring adult moss. Play with stuff sho nu. She's a great weeny. I tore my plants. Aren't we waiting west? 7 pens are more than 2 nutritions. I WANT FRESHLY GROUND PEANUT, WHICH IS A BUTTERY TREAT. Oh horns blow. Crackers sweet swifting flutter. Waves of flakey fortune, clogging the throat without mass, yet sticks of talentless bait. Shifty eyes pinch air-thin butts.
tom splooshed this

October 16, 2006, 10:40 am

particles in croatia

Banted part-man, but likely to succeed! He's Bart Manhood and he's got a point to shove. Remember that quiet river. All empires come to my class. We race together with no. Cope with native bandits and cover your parts with blankets. Ecstacy is equivalent to 4 and 2. Pop a whale.
tom left this

October 13, 2006, 12:55 am

jobe wiggled

willingly we entered the front of the hall. soon it was understood that we all had to lay on the floor and pretend to be forward. ghosts swooped out from cracks in my face and hers and shouted things about the future. it was all so hard to hear and to know that oatmeal sounded better than ever. blood ran cold then warm then hot then cold again all around me. red seemed not so red. i got off the floor and was alone. i sailed along through the reeds in the wall paper and found new things i'd never smelled in the water.
joshua splooshed this

October 11, 2006, 6:46 pm

a classic pain

Resentment costs 90 doves, so shove me into a tumbling stove. I roll with the earth. Umpertant collaw

ankel deep in lomt. Grashing detailed enterlactic strips of permal sores. Weren't you alive when i was 4? No excuses on que, or redemptive lotions on the pose. tired blams crush a built up power life. it's not that sad, but it will crumple rears. QIETWIT
tom created this

October 10, 2006, 6:39 pm

powpowpow

powpowpowpow pawpawpawpawp blah blah shoot the pound cake cancell brush tooth. paint the young chilis red so they're more spicy. bubba duddly is highly responsive in high yards. good for you, window sill. powpowpowopw
joshua grew this

October 9, 2006, 10:50 pm

jackie the pouch cat

Swine isn't new, but lunch was great. Hunched over a bump I crowded an empty tomb. Weekends at rhode tents, I eastered for rent. Pals are loud, but I concerned more than many months. Oakland heros crunch fatty numbers. The horse is not blatant but the crow is mistaken. Take these two pens and write a grown man. Power to the knee deep, we have no night to escape. Horns blow to new bones while I dance before the stupid throne. You arrange postures and grind vermin to smiths new grain. Bro poogly.
tom pooped this

October 6, 2006, 12:20 pm

i punched an official

Rope me up I guess, I was the rabbid biter. Pinch my knees and cover my trees. He ate perfect leaves and I cared about it. Quiz is unlikely though perhaps in the evening. Harry and the Hendrix sons could bash guitars into evergreen dreams, smoking weaves and blowing steams. People ask me why I'm so dark, but I can't remember. Coat on your back, hat on your mark, park on my face, we've got no mixes. I took a fresh pope to garage band Wednesday. Pthalo parked his car in the wrong alleyway--some jerks got a hold of him. Toys of telling never kept my secrets. I explode their minds with rice.
tom squeezed this

October 6, 2006, 9:30 am

cimble, hommaside

It's not easy being tumble. Bending down on this side of the hill all was left to m y dismay, but not tomorrow, that slippy day was left to wash. Greatings to all painful marches. Hello to all the flaming bags of dogs inside pouches inside other kinds of brightly colored strings. Weaving is easy.
joshua shouted this

October 2, 2006, 10:40 am

over poped

Undel the cantle, party monster. Your ear is into weird fashions. I'm not a judge, but I am also not a tenor. Throw me organs, human organs--i want to read. Hoppy tastes of last nights chicken threw me into a tantrum. My stary eyes glimmer in semi-circle punching bags. Climb a pyramid or dash a horse, help me up or pierce my force.
tom flapped this

September 29, 2006, 9:28 am

poison mamma freight train lumber

shoot blip carpets. always hiding in the basment cracks. fortnights in the forest brings out the enemy from behind losers gates. slash the fake resting dogs. bake new agreements with good oil. leave the remnents and drips for cats and cookie dough. boring times spent in the cafeteria will not be repaid. every minute is easier that the first one. last ones are like third ones and the cycle starts over with a headache. sleep under the shirt tips. slip out of sight, gypsies.
joshua did this

September 29, 2006, 9:21 am

click

before anyone got here we knew that they were going to feel the impact of a slightly annoying insect march. no one has the ability to constantly fart. however, twelve elephants can stand on one fly's wrist. in the frying low down valley is a cake. a beautiful cake made of meat.
joshua left this

September 29, 2006, 3:38 am

a cat attacked my chocolate

Scoff at my sad rags... they've been boosted 2 weak men long. Poor William, he's unrealized. But powerful Steven closes his eyes to the earth bound rigley pint. It's barreling like a hooked nindo. Ribbit to the bingo. Also pots pork foley ending in ruptured queens... a sad package for anyone really.
tom left this

September 28, 2006, 1:00 am

party hat heart attack

I'm munching for mike o mally. Towards forton hast not gwon your way, Norway? Isnt likely that you arent as is as you are? Pants me! Robots march my marsh. Taco blimps bomb my mom. Domn them to helves. Hi Joshua Sulbob, would you like your meal or email delivered to demon lake? I've got a new vehicle filled with ice. Spamped packets fill my pockets. I throw them at pasta poopers. Blast my nog. tom is this.
tom pinched this

September 27, 2006, 1:12 pm

kicking two lambs

it's a power that not very many people know about. it's contagious. and might very well injure your armt. can for you? window sill empties? go away and sew up the dawn teeth. bite our armpit fight. retry to sell the reen balloon. it's boring on the top of the noon. astrological scones.
joshua blasted this

September 27, 2006, 12:28 am

pickled poppers count

good for no good fights fresh gore. pleading with triangles it's easier that momma. go now. find new flesh. you are the only things that keeps the cows from the hay and they're real mad at you for that. they're really not all the poor. we're reesh.
joshua ate this

September 26, 2006, 11:55 pm

here we go

oh count the trains of age when days. I coughed ugly twins. Party with my brains we got no pains. Rumble the trumble tard. He's got no beef with all. Where does the wind blow when i grow monkey low?
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