Moderate Your Karma! You have an old soul.

Don't use up all the tarantulas or no one will fear the end of it. Thanks for not spilling the fire on my toes in your fit of hunger. I know how the campfire takes you places while you're sitting eyes closed, legs crossed, hands on the knees of sensation. Last time there were more to of them; those isolated moments. They were all hanging around preaching going it alone, down their own street, making it their doorstep to piss-on. I let out all my piss when hope was voted up on www.reddit.com. Those space aliens are really starting to get boring next to the Alaskans and nuclear power being conceived by poison frogs. How far can you get from radiation? Or is it coming closer to the sun that gives you vampire tendencies. Reaching for the pick, if it takes you from the realm of wagoners.

I love chocolate, on your tongue, when I know its there only with my eyes closed, and my nails on you collar bone, and my whiskers in your nose. Tell them nothing. Plausible decidability to help you Deny Everything. Hustle some broken arm with a story and everything. Make it all over-the-top so as to really sell it to the Execs on the 14th of June, under the largest oak in Mendocino. Kind of keeps the riff-Raff out with seasonal burns and June bugs of doubt, making it through drought decade, waiting for the 100 year ark mover. There was handshakes to seal the deal, but all I could think about was the seal severing my arm at the bicep for the mackerel, I holy akin to. Who doesn't like appetizers and the company of tunes?