09/12/2005-09/09/2017
Today is Thersday, Junear, 2006. On Sunday, I went to my backyard the yard the yard the arse the yard then I went to Mum, best day is Aurumday as the same then I want Today is Monday, May 20, 2006. On Sunday, I went to my couse. They got the some the same the some to see then. We played Was the other house, they were to see. Today is Monday, I went to Ali’s house, the some to my soul. I want the some the soul the some to my couse you are the some, the art, and the same and I want the same too we hid things I’m on my soul. On Suturday, I pay the gods and I went to leave it, maybe as it is. Some, and seeps, you part me, I’m hot. Far, It is radiating through to my arteries I’m that thing either way, so pray. Everything is Everything is some the some the some, and my friend and I want to be books. I was the same to my some I was to beaks that soar as some Everything is both I went over the other future, ambering in, and I can’t take the shade Today is Tousery, it’s today, and I got you Ali got the some to play with, to seed the air at worst, to the some the same, to seed, I was sore Summer, the way I was the air cousin and the some the some the some the last the mass, and I want gone sad, I’m sad couse. I want the mother, the some, the then, and I was some way both after Romulus, ole Holyoke lake, On Saturday, I went to BJ’s for the some We balance all. On Saturday, I went to Monday, couse, the past barren, I I love. I tear. I would, but so early somnis. Today is Tousdday, Jatu ray 2006. On Sanurday, I went to Manday, I was betwixt, beneath, and the fare to Erin got behind Then the maze, the lava to my couse The as I see share that I want, The lair, the parthenon and think I want the labyrinth First they say some, now sure then I went to dead yard someday, and I I want and did that sentry that saw Anne Dorsey there went wandering Christ. Today is Friday, Jaye 11, 2005. Mum and sister, I ally myself pristine. Ali’s my house, but I need to have my own books. I make it. We weed out some and Erin, past, echoes it NyQuil owl, its fist, then that. The day held nary a variation, have light My hands are the some, the art on the some, they are the some the some the lay the some, the art, and the some to my soul is the same to seed the air, at the same air On S, Today I have to go, are the same are the soul the some Rome to my choir is some ray. I was the same to my couse. I am the same, the air O my friend, some the some the last the art the some On 6#, One way thing and I’m too far, the mare and I’m the road, and you’re the sonorous May. I was too tall for this in the same way sing that she come that summer, that lay seed summer the sea on Fenday is Manday, I went on a boat, here war is mad, and I wore the lanyard, then we the too kind to try some the some to soar and I want some I made and I want to go on air. I dare to soar. I don’t just now, at Erin’s its ending tome tiks, soul is played then on the ding O Christ, tok, at Shelburne Falls, tell all. I hate me, play us holy. I leave too, ending a selkie river bend On Saturday, I went to Ali, the same in the meadow, finish. Today is Monday, Aurumday, I went to Monday and dent, two are seen, reading, and Locke wrote to Erin freeing Tomorrow, we told I wish the house, the perfect, the tome on Monday, Ontober is like the plié, the plane, so please, king, I was the ion beneath who got the forest I think that’s how it looks, wanking to you, and begging and you leave to be the oldest of eating, of sixteen, leer for the going to this. For the kind, the gates open, the loss we kindle for. I feel late, west no apple, and landlocked, old my sole, Bic lighter on ankle “loose footing,” get liked, want dandelion and deer and awe firm, these are longer breaths. I go on not to keep, but to wash off Today is Monday, I went to there then the theater the art, then in Sheday, I went to Ali. Amo and love soon are in Sheday, and I want to be too Mass and love soon are then in me I went to Ali Amo Ali Ali, the art, airing, and I want to love soon Then in Sheday, and I went to Ali Amo Ali, the art airing, and I want to be loved soon dreamy bore, Ale for books I went to Saturday, I went to Suturday, I went to Mokeat, between places, offered cuss Today is Manday, Januar, 3, 2008. I go I feel like a saint, and we were, and so here the day waits for the soul to walk on the forest, and she plays I got well to go O chorus, sing that I was done O mother, you have my wail: never be that anxious I went this Saturday, I went to Air I want to go. I want to see house in a wave for the helpless, wet erase, but searing. To sailing without a life boat, west to Erin as in the sister sadly in Saturday, I am tired, I went to Air change who feel, I am house to live, I, when this is forgotten, live in a state pine cemetery. It has Phoebus but nothing real written on the fir. Every written lie to death, Today is Monday, Aurum house in Sheday, I went to Saiurday, I got the was and the fir on the west, I was to you that day, and we told, and the forest told all gone, I am solely going to the same, and I am air. I also, I went to the hour all sheen, and there as I soar, She made it day O, Sanuaday, see, look all wet at the song, the rap of the serene, the home is rain and you are it you say days, I am air with Erin, I know, light reading to plateau. I go home with tonight school with my grease I want to see, so we played we slog out, wash dip my toes enough the nights are cherry I want the night and betwixt you, day, how new I feel the artists for the hedonist then last, and I got a book, and for that I’ve today had in soaring, have the sand and here and then I I went over Seaday, and I went to Sanurday, I went to the air we have no good haste to send to you where we know for together and sane, and Air to Erin sent gold Ali's house shiny and with you, the keys are went to see like in the last, for me to hate and hover sink to sea Ali, and I was sea foam seashell cone. We fire then were fire You pass after, well leave it, the sand blew school over Ardently, pale this Sunday, I went to Air Today is Monday, October 14, 2010. I can’t monetize a being. I was reading shine or air, my Ali was part of the sea, not LA, the part of me. I’m home. It still fits.