Don't stop me now....
Preeetty, preeetty gurl. Preeetty, preeetty boy. Oh Vell, vell?
Galo galo, pore galo! Oh, ma, how small! She's what... 80? She played badminton 2 years ago and was blown off by the wind. Self admittedely. Painter, Indonesian, dancer, dreamer.
Sleep? Ki ghuum, ki ghuum. Nijhum. Whatta dream..helicopter, helipads, conspiracy, ignore-korli(?), boye gache(!), eii sorry, sorry, sooo sorry!
HALLO...ektu dhoro. Flirt, wife-beater, teacher-teacher.
Crap. Report card. Tyger tyger burning bright.
Rude. Dude. Occult? Shut up. Rude. Rude. So rude.
Napolean complex. Bhuk. Okbye. Lemon tart?
Goldfish? Marley? Bob, tui Marley? Ha, Ami Reggea.
Bookfair. Brishti. Poetry. Debacle. Huggable, Kissable, Lovable, Unnnnbelievable.
Tata-tata. Partner in crime. Don't die. Don't die.
Kothaye tui? Call me. Ki wicked ami. Interview with the Vampire. What utter lies.
Case Gublet? Na phoos! Radio mirchi...98.3 Fm.
Farenheit. Parfum. Sweden. Freedom. Neglect. Divorce.
Stream of consciousness is very selfish, na?
Galo galo, pore galo! Oh, ma, how small! She's what... 80? She played badminton 2 years ago and was blown off by the wind. Self admittedely. Painter, Indonesian, dancer, dreamer.
Sleep? Ki ghuum, ki ghuum. Nijhum. Whatta dream..helicopter, helipads, conspiracy, ignore-korli(?), boye gache(!), eii sorry, sorry, sooo sorry!
HALLO...ektu dhoro. Flirt, wife-beater, teacher-teacher.
Crap. Report card. Tyger tyger burning bright.
Rude. Dude. Occult? Shut up. Rude. Rude. So rude.
Napolean complex. Bhuk. Okbye. Lemon tart?
Goldfish? Marley? Bob, tui Marley? Ha, Ami Reggea.
Bookfair. Brishti. Poetry. Debacle. Huggable, Kissable, Lovable, Unnnnbelievable.
Tata-tata. Partner in crime. Don't die. Don't die.
Kothaye tui? Call me. Ki wicked ami. Interview with the Vampire. What utter lies.
Case Gublet? Na phoos! Radio mirchi...98.3 Fm.
Farenheit. Parfum. Sweden. Freedom. Neglect. Divorce.
Stream of consciousness is very selfish, na?
posted by Loony Libberswick of Llapland at 1:45 AM
3 Comments:
I think I'm flippant, superficial and stupid. I laugh too much, and I understand too little. No-one takes me seriously. What language do you people speak? I don't get you...
ok...i've already said this to you..but your stream of consciousnes seems to have flowed from our last conversation. "napolean complex", "flirt, wife beater"...
yes yes yes. Thassa how it vurks doll.
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