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French Twister Friday February 23, 2001 11:33 p.m. Quote, "Late last night, a tornado from the 'couple'-ing of 'air' -ings of pressure felt, duly delt made visible the per-ceivable that bounced to wind, pronounced like kind, words-n-words, said and heard; emotions swerved counter-clock, back and wise like often done if the sun lies in lies, I mean in skies of northern realm. With atrocity, velocity spun around and then touched down, exploding from insufficient vents, con den sat ions of ACT II corn popped everywhere, here and there, upon the floor, upon the door of which you hit, and rightly spit no more, no more, NO MORE of it! Storming out and down the stairs with quietness there and no despair, you hit the Link to read and think, but Mr. Gates with dire straights made you wait, so, giving in or giving up the stairs you climbed to only find, oh nevermind, you'll never guess not with your best, the language of the old and young in foreign tongue - 'loving birds' translating words, his and hers in vow sounds." unquote! Saturday February 24, 2001 00:01 a.m. |
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all in jest,,,for my friend,,,you know who you are!
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