Monday, October 27, 2003
Secrets amongst friends make the burdens fresh like saltwater taffy in the morning. Hop into a magic carpet and pretend the rug is more than enough. Sweep the street with a car chase and burn rubber for dollars on street corners where children beat buckets. To challenge the playing field I bought a sofa and sheeted it on the floor. Emblem after swipe and emblem I dropped the contents of the future mortgage for ducketts. I need to bang a bucket.