the minnows spark into palm fronds then flash back to formation--a silent underwater explosion, the way your instincts react. i guess i wonder that if my brain sparks that often, is the destruction that follows something i need to send emergency aid to, or will the deep furrows and ragged edges fern again on their own?
i don't detest it. i just beg to have--or is it destruction? i guess one thing worth wondering at for at least a little bit is at what point your instincts stop paying to save you and instead become mercenaries for the perceived threat.
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Please don't touch me.
ReplyDeleteESSO..too late .
We are going to drive you straight into BANKRUPTCY and I know what that means, believe you me.
So DON- KIZ DON..will be with you and so will MOTHER JONES.
But best of all, CALIZ LIZ will either be " assassinated" or live her remaining days in absolute " misery"...with half of your HOLLYWOOD.
RESSO- TESSO- QUESSO.
Kiss AUCARK - good-bye.