"vast and black. the thing that was poised, like a crow over the moon. round and smooth. cannon balls. things that have fallen from the sky to this earth. our slippery brains. things like cannon balls have fallen, in storms, upon this earth. like cannon balls are things that, in storms, have fallen to this earth. showers of blood. showers of blood. showers of blood. " c.f.
I really want to know if there is a Pali Buddhist word for flounce.
Also, Matt, I think if you come back, you should come back as Sam Vegas.
I'd like it as a nic, myself. Has a certain ring to it.
And I'd just like to add that it was this Sam Vegas flounceur who inveigled me into posting here.
That and have a good life, Sam.
Good luck Matthew. Don't know you, probably wouldn't want to (as you spend so much time online neglecting your friends! ). Hope you find what you're looking for...or it finds you...
talk is cheap.
it was a flounce with a return mechanism in the title as well as the post.
30 days max.
You can come back anytime you like, but you can never leave.
Anyway, we'll leave the light on for you Matthew, see you in April my friend.
ลาน้องก่อน พี่จนถึงต้องจำจาก, ถึงแม้พี่จะหลงรัก ฐานะพาพราก ต้องจากจอมใจ
ถ้าหากมั่งมี แล้วพี่จะคืนมาใหม่, ไม่ว่าจะอยู่แห่งไหน จะนานเท่าไร ยังไม่ลืมบาง...
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You'll be back Matty, you love us all too much!
Daniel Bedingfield claimed that his new album is what it would sound like if Sting, Stevie Wonder and Micheal Jackson were in a basement together - I haven't got the album so I'll have to imagine the sound of a blind bloke and a Geordie kicking the shit out of a pedophile.
PS - I know how this looks.
The OP, flouncer extraordinaire, will self-destruct in five seconds.
"Goddamn it Lord, bless oh ye this bacon..."
George Liquor American
Nope. There has been a basic attitudinal chemical change. And I just recently got home from a very long day, crowned by my 1000 baht/hour private.
I deserve a liiiittle baby blue, along with my hot soy milky milk before beddy bye......
four, three, two...
Run while you still have the breath in your body.
The rest of us are doomed.
DOOMED say I.
For the love of all that's good and holy...
This space for rent.
How do you want to go?
A Proud Canadian.