Saturday, March 3, 2007

Have You Ever Came

Lomax, have you ever came home from your longest pain, and wondered somewhere else? Have I ever done came or undid my deepest self? We have taken! Liberties are excellent and kinda still transmogrified by changing lures, lanes from the center. School gets kinda changed, doesn't shake, doesn't hustle even flow. My face is not a real thing, not a real body. There, by the flagpole my remembrances pants my illusion best image-friend. Happy are the who. Timid are meek. Brace one for reckoning. Brace up the child. Grab your knife and take a chance on hay what's given is a thing that gets made again by the mother given life to brown tiny falcons.