Wednesday, April 25, 2012

idea for a great movie

i thought she really liked jim carrey.
shivers, shoot my...
thoughts, we could be alone here.
‘cept for you know who?
red rocket glares and cinnamon flashbombs
feels like we should talk a little bit closer.
know, like the bad guy?
she says, harry potter? But when
did a bitch get time?
it was darker then and her glowing mouth
i knew it was going to be an alien. Why
would she say this?
unless she’s *gasp* sear my zig-zag taint scar
kill me if I ever look like that.
conundrum ponderosum…
great restaurant.

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