i need to go back to learning swedish again.


.make fast our chat..make fast our chat..make fast our chat.
shrunken parables only get you the umbrella with the wholes in it, big ones, juicy jude and so delicious, jade, that you will call to memory the breakfast that you construe - threw up too fast.
wasn't it a record?
you can throw the umbrella away but those wholes will always come back, remain, defecate all over your sunday paper, the
obituary, shrug into your maiden pressed suit, lined with silver.
and that, too, was a record.


.the smoke..the smoke..the smoke.
when i take you onto this train it is for your meat guarding beating me and no one else especially that boat who harbors strange and resentful - [point!] watch as he passes he'll flash you never mind, pay attention dare dislocate your womanhood for your meat - forget it, it's my treat it's on me as i pull the string to the horn - for your meat shall remain worthless [snort! believe it] pickled in a bucket everlasting scraps, in my mind cause i'm kind, i never miss a beat  
--
All the world's a stage,
And we are all merely players.
the greatest thing was just to love and be loved in return
--
when a man refers to the woman
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09
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