Thursday, April 07, 2005
My Neezy Has No Sheezy
The pull of that dream lures me to more familiar waters. Offering saline and gregorious ramifications open a new world. The smell of freshly cut grass entices my nose. My fist still wet from a good fucking. Living freely and making history daily. The sarcasm has come full circle and become truth. The legend has become life. Never again, I mutter, never again.
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Loving your blog! Sarcasm was always truth. and legend, always life, though. Keep Sheezing Neezy, my friend! It's good stuff!
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