09 November 2009

when you give your guests a typewriter

frat haus guest book!!!!
agshark attackkk!

tk represejt'
oliver, breplb reluctantly

werd, werds, werds, but not a thing to say. winter was waving wistful when "WHAM" went the water with what willpower water will wantonly whittle.

the sound of the electric typewriter is one that has escaped from our land. it lives on in the phillipines and in this house.

don you you can. you p ayin with your life; this ain't no truth or dare. show em what's funky, show em whats right; it doesn't matter what's wrong or right just beat it. as in, take two eggs, half a cup of heavy cream, a pinch of salt, blend in a bowl, saute on low for 7 minutes until fluffy and golden serve with fresh fruit and toast, as part of a healthy breakfast.

this is not the easiest thing to type. of the night.

what is that thing? what is that thing? where is that thing? that music can not be described. where is that desrcription?
desicration
the nation
that facial motion

can "i take my glasses back?" whatever when the thing that's happening is just as interesting as the person is typing. the thing that is being typed is more than is being interpreted. whatever is is is is is is is is is is is is what bannter. what why wherefore?

the night was drawing to a close. the ladies of the worried that everything would not work outalright hoever, le xxxx xxxxxx was at the party, and he promised to make sure everythin would work out alright. therefore, the ladies decided that if he romised and kept his rpomis he would be responidsble for everything bad that happpppppendred thatnight.....
would he?
yeah.
oh wait
oh shit

i'm.
coming
OUt.
I'm coing
I'm
coming out.
I'm coing
I'm
yeah yeah yeah...

so yo better get the party started
screw in the lightbulb and wash the table
dance
dance
dancedance
ya
whoa

once upton a midnight fdreary the insects started to bight. the right stuff was wrong, and the people took to long. short stuff took the stage. the page was too white, and the night the night, su k in w like a heavy blankert.

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