I met a girl in the park. I was wearing a snakeskin jacket which represents my belief in individuality and personal freedom.

"Hey Peanut. Let's play some chess," I said.

I love playing chess with beautiful girls in the city park. It was yesterday in autumn. We played and it was absolutely wonderful. It didn't matter who won because it was a great match. She was a beautiful girl and we were in the park... enjoying ourselves...in autumn...and I had just met her.

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Sometimes Ignatius would go to the deli across the street. The sign said DELI DELIGHT because that is what the name of the deli itself was called. "Oh you want to front? Naw, naw. Don't do me like that!" exclaimed the deli salesman! There was a problem with the meats and a customer was up in his face. This didn't bode well for their future together as cowboy enthusiast outlaws. Things could be. JUST DO THEM YOU SILLY. I love a good sandwich and I'd take one made by a cowboy any day of sometime next week OR ELSE IF NOT WHEN BUT NEEDS TO BE!!!!!!!!!!

Please dont stop

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My cats are dead. "Dead are his cats!" he blurted out. FUNNNN. Cheez WIZ CRACKERS. No waaaaay.

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But, what do you replace a pickle with??

This has NOTHING to do with pickles, YOU IDIOT.You are being insincere.

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A festoon surrounded the young lovely that didn't make things any different from the peace of mind that came from the cinnamon she had purchased at a bargain basement price just down the way. "Please!" cried the young dear. She needed documents, how am I supposed to know which, and the rest was like a sprocket in the summer wind (in her pants). A little of this and a little of that and it would turn into an orgy of the senses. Swaths of vapor and scent swirled like a Chinese grocery inside a baby carriage nested in clay. "These ringits, such as these, have no value outside of Malaysia." And so it was on and on into eternity that turkeys from Georgia would tell to their tiny chickens.

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Lyrics posted to the blog

Young red blood
They're just natural feelings
I can't keep from changing
My brains bending my wants
With my rights
All my friends still half-right
Should I keep 'em seperate
From me
It's unclear that I get a cold
Can I get a light
It's a certain type of easy pace
It's what we need to make it
Come in close
I trust you
Your nose dipped in
My sweat, it
Dripped on your
Beautiful sack (sweater)
Kind of nice
Should I really
Lie with you?
I never know
When I'm on my own
Are there more important things to do
Than kiss and sleep today
We gotta wake up
And I talk to your breath
And we enjoy the air
And I creep on your chest
To the hut I have where
I Pluck a few notes
On the strands of your hair
And I'm singing to you
What to do
If I asked you to make funny faces with me in the mirror of the bathroom
I know you're next you
Make me feel alright uh
You just like me
Never gonna pick
One kind of fruit
Like a mushed banana on your tooth
And you like the sting of the cherry juice
And you never eat an apple that's just one color
Young red bird, they're
Just natural feelings
Like walking off to ride my bike
Or just bump into you
Haven't seen you in a week or three days
Though it really bugs me
It's nice to find new ways to smile
I keep thinking that when
You feel sad you can pout
'Cause what this songs about is
Me singing. I'm just wondering what to do with
You myself and me naked in the mirror of the bathroom

Turkish people don't like you. They love me. They REALLY LOVE YOU. So, why not meet some of them!!!!?????? I feel so good right now.