[ the love above ]
grr.. why do i have to love that girl so much!? everywhere i go life (that oh so dangerous proposition) sings her wondrous song and it's hard to think. even the kids on the train hiding behind their mums as i stuck my tounge out at them seemed to say, "oh, there's magic, tall-boy, and you're a fool for it." all i could do was stick my tounge out further at those baby buddhas. and all they could do was smile back, "fooly fool tall-boy, you're a fool beyond repair." then i'd wink and my eyes would whisper, "and what are you, dear buddha?" to which they would reply, "i'm love itself, fooly boy."
oohyeah, apparently it snowded here a couple days ago, an inch and a half. but now tis warm, since i'm here. villanous weathermen. oh well. fishin' til tuesday! X0 adios.
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