CJP's
Monday, June 18, 2007
Goddess of the Sun makes a Plea to Nature's Best
please Mr Sunshine
turn my skin all crispy brown
like a chicken wing
turn my skin all crispy brown
like a chicken wing
these poems are written on the fly by super-geniuses that each possess part of a supreme-hive-mind. about the poems, the titles are purposely long, each entry is totally meant for people we know, they all have personal meaning, and they're brutally honest. if you think there's one about you? you're probably right.
let the buyer beware Not Really "Frowning" As Much As "Saddened", Or So... Uptown Ticket to Downtown Express But soft the day approaches. Some may notice, oth... So You Made Me Take A 10 Hour Drive aloha friday. Shock Therapy! It's Not Just For Breakfast Anymore Bossman!!! Look At My Fender Strat! Bitchin! You Guys Are Just Like Vehicles 215 South
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