January
23 February 2006
And we had Pjäxor. That came in handy.
The Italians thought so too.
It was beautiful. Like the softness of a peach.
We felt a little like peaches accually.
Yes, still.
My brother was like a sausage. Packed with alot of skin. But they were clothes. Actually.
I had useful thing.
And a scary hand.
Skies are like sponges, you can stand on them. But then you can't sometimes.
This is a kind of bendy group. Skies make you bend.
And I've got gloves with spunk.
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