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"Using his moderator powers for good, Fredd-E became flaccid and weak, a mere spectator and arbiter of pleasant news. The members of Twoism, complacent, apathetic, but mildly insidious, attempted to rescucitate the long and twisted tale of tree bark fece horns and kaliedoscopic sexual devices.
While the dawn chorus begins to tremor their daily song, Marcus and Mike awake from a slumber near their bocuma compound, make some tea and twiddle their knobs. Pleased that all the drudgery is behind them, they look forward to a new day(van). On an impulse, Marcus glides to the window, cup and saucer in hand. The rolling lawn stretched before him, undulating like the waves seen only in Northern Plastic(s). Conscious only of the chrysanthemum tea, steaming, too hot to sip, he closes his eyes and inhales. A rustling in a nearby shrubbery catches his ear, his attention is drawn to the green mass. "What's that mukinabaht?" he thought. A flash of yellow, and..."
While the dawn chorus begins to tremor their daily song, Marcus and Mike awake from a slumber near their bocuma compound, make some tea and twiddle their knobs. Pleased that all the drudgery is behind them, they look forward to a new day(van). On an impulse, Marcus glides to the window, cup and saucer in hand. The rolling lawn stretched before him, undulating like the waves seen only in Northern Plastic(s). Conscious only of the chrysanthemum tea, steaming, too hot to sip, he closes his eyes and inhales. A rustling in a nearby shrubbery catches his ear, his attention is drawn to the green mass. "What's that mukinabaht?" he thought. A flash of yellow, and..."
Dining is west. -Gertrude Stein
a slightly darker yellow... he thought it might have been orange, but no... a slightly darker yellow. the tea was cooler now, and more inviting to the lips, but marcus seemed strangely unsatisfied. 'cheer up marcus' said mike, 'it's a whole 'nother year.' 'indeed' marcus replied, 'but i will not rest until that fucking twoism forum is removed FOREVER.' immedietely, mike stood up and...iwishimademovies wrote:"Using his moderator powers for good, Fredd-E became flaccid and weak, a mere spectator and arbiter of pleasant news. The members of Twoism, complacent, apathetic, but mildly insidious, attempted to rescucitate the long and twisted tale of tree bark fece horns and kaliedoscopic sexual devices.
While the dawn chorus begins to tremor their daily song, Marcus and Mike awake from a slumber near their bocuma compound, make some tea and twiddle their knobs. Pleased that all the drudgery is behind them, they look forward to a new day(van). On an impulse, Marcus glides to the window, cup and saucer in hand. The rolling lawn stretched before him, undulating like the waves seen only in Northern Plastic(s). Conscious only of the chrysanthemum tea, steaming, too hot to sip, he closes his eyes and inhales. A rustling in a nearby shrubbery catches his ear, his attention is drawn to the green mass. "What's that mukinabaht?" he thought. A flash of yellow, and..."
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Marcus was crushed. He sat there, mouth agap, while mike went on. A thought creeped into his head, "I spend too much fucking time with my brother, might I be gay?" He suddenly got up and ran for his dear sanity. He and ran and ran and ran until he found himself outisde of a bordello. "Time to regain my manliness!" he thought. Little did he know that...
Black then White are all I see in my infancy...Red and Yellow then came to me, reachin' out to me, lets me see...
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