Sunday, February 22, 2009

Birthday: Iteration One.

II.

Windows is finished: my pants go downward.
I am shocking, and probably what you should be.

Rather surprised was the pinup to have been assigned to
position oneself for improvement from the inceptions,

higher than in the first century, and almost the same as
what is aimed at so that a lady's man, pinup of the present

age, is so. I surpass defense before the details defeat deducts.
You wish you tighten your belt with a buckle not your chair.

So that Inhumation buries a body in a basement or a grave,
seven Indonesians don't suffer from avian influenza.

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