" I know I am guilty, my stomach always hurt. " Guilty? Let's say "stupid". I would have eat you, man. But instead I'll swim after her legs underwater. Nobody can see me there, I feel good and it kills you. Just the two of us...
You saw that non-existent movie (more like a scene, should I say) where the girl is making lustful signs while going backwards in the hall?? I am sure you know what I'm talking about, even if you didn't see that non-existent movie. Well, there must be a guy too, following the girl's signs, but without ever getting to touch her. A dream taught me that I really don't mind touching her. It really is not the point, you point-men. The only person that could understand that is that character woman that was fascinated with the action of taking out the trashes or something like that...
Anyway, wish I lived in Puddle Beach...
Sunday, August 21, 2005
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We have not succeeded in answering all of our problems - indeed, we have not completely answered any of them. The answers we have found have only served to raise a whole new set of questions. In some ways we feel we are as confused as ever, but we think we are confused on a much higher level about more important things.
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