imagine jesus and all will be good for all the little children in panama with no parents just goats that watch over them, never realizing sly cooper and the family nirvana was watching over them like a wonderful man who ceased to exist, in the world of little tiny men armed with large machine guns the size of a typical cigarette not smoked but only barbecued over the fire of tiny little bones and bits that were found typically in the old ground zero of the plane crash in timmys backyard, i looked solemnly down from the pillar i was on and realized it was time for me to leave the books behind and hit the study room to find out what music was all about, was it life, was it what we really thought we were. at the time the many train incidents in the neighborhood had shut down the area for many of the tourists scary skinless musings, although jack kerouac was someone to believe that he was not the real king of the king of bethlehem which said honestly that he did not believe the wonderful little children down in panama and africa would be living throughout the first winter of the second communion, i did not look back when i left the bus stop for the change and quarters of the wonderful mercenaries. thank you wonderful thread.
rod stewart once said that the wonderful babies crying in the foreign deserts and forests were not real babies or children just your imagination walking through a field of forgotten toys and books which we would never find again in the treasure chest that many people called life in time and we said it was just a thing that would pass like katrina like detroit but it would never pass, it was here to stay and looking down at the wonderful sacrifices of human meat we called the police and they said we didnt have to walk down the street and find a police station it was in our hearts and the scoreboard read 80 to 9 and we figured it was just another fraction of the wonderful beauties, wonderful bodies of the women in downtown new york but there never really was.
just how i imagine the 80s went
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