Suharto's Organ

Labels: buried under paperwork, I'm afraid of the world, shortly after burying the candidate's public life, writing myself off
Labels: buried under paperwork, I'm afraid of the world, shortly after burying the candidate's public life, writing myself off
Labels: All Shall Be Well; and All Shall Be Well; and All Manner of Things Shall Be Well, by Tod Wodicka: Mead-Drinking, Gruel-Eating, Reality-Fleeing Family Guy, Sandal-Wearing
Labels: His intent in stepping out of his house and coming to the Jay Leno show was merely to avail of a window of opportunity, Nationalist hardliner Tomislav Nikolic would answer his accoster with plutonium
Labels: all but the least coinciding Utah teen girls, give answer to my Oppen pit, Passionate features to value-minded voters
Labels: There's 69 things in my netflix queue now, thus the second (at least) unification of Germany since Smetana's birth
Labels: come on, If you find Earth boring, just the same old same thing, sign up with Outer Spaceways Incorporated
Labels: Displaced Kenyans reground the vatic montage in perversion but, what did Sarkozy seek injustly?
Someone comes up to do something for once, gut the house out, to do something where someone went without telling us about it afterwards. Crummy word day settles up and relieves somebody, someone we knew revealed to Desert Storm its defailance through windows cut in winter and installed by little kids. Nausea sets in, hunts someone down, tracks them down to the Westin Hotel where you are Skyping across continents in a little suit of mylar. Now comes hurt, and devastating news, the kingpin in his missile firing the awkward untimely staff. He kills someone for something. Somebody pleads with him but it is too late. Poetry, language, thought are all procreative, now hardwired for confession a la Linda Tripp. We had a housewarming party where minority candidates were welcome to kill also, but defiantly given the past and its beeline for the door. Our answer was kill someone else
Training day begins with millions lost, hung over rail for white water rafter rescue or dinghy patrol past bedtime. For up on the mission's wave came peace brokered by fudged libidinal neurons though what's being fired depends on the sound you're mistaking for something completely different, not even ballpark. When dad hands it to you, the pie, it is still warm, stinking of garbage trucked out of the city and on its way to some space in
Labels: diligently put to employment, Given the honest diameter of error, I desire to be at sea without clothes on a jet ski out of gas