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10.11.09
Posted by Harry
midnight smoothies and runaway phone calls. We are? We are the waiting. Message. Smile. Message. Laugh. Message. Tear. The air; thick with the regret of a day wasted; blamed on the incandescent heat, radiating from our earth's good sole.
LEMON overload.
Chemical actions, resulting reactions, with checked questions in multiple points. Time passes; and with it gains the new perspective, and change. For the better? ...no. But superficial views should not be judged upon lightly; though they always, and will always do.
Postage stamps with yellow packaging; the midnight run too steep and able for the most willing.
H.
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November 10, 2009 at 1:04 AM
GEEEEZ HARRY, how long does it take to deliver a smoothie? why aren't thou here yet?!! :P