Friday, June 02, 2006
Buckles Fix Everything
There is something about a buckle that brings hope to my inner eyes. I don't know what it is, whether it's the way one thing pokes into the other thing or how you can tighten them...I am not clear on this part. Basically I am in receipt of brain damage and I am not concerned even though others around me may be. The stains on the t-shirt remain. The pudge seeps over the top of the pants and this is how it is, it is meditative. I am going to have a show in Miami, is what I found out. This may be better than the buckles, I am not sure. Excitement looms in the pants-region.
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Bums are for touching. But buckles are irresponsible. Stay away from buckles I can tell you this with certainty.
Oh, congratulations, dear Man of the Mountain! How excellent. Did someone say, "shooting star?"
The idea of a buckle can also bring excitement to my inner thighs.
hiya Mountainy! how's it hangin'?
MM, congratulations! and how lucky of those Miamians to get a peepersful of mm relics! I has to tell ya somethin though: there are no mountains in Miami, so be prepared with the SPFs and sunbonnets and parasols & such. I guess you will bring the Mountain to Miami, mm. hearts & smooshes.
Congrats, MM! That's the happening place, so we've all been told. And your show up here looked wondrous; I saw it last week.
hurray!! Congratulations MM!
mm, I had to go back through your post because I missed the MOST IMPORTANT part. Congrats on the show!
Thank you for your congratulations my tremulous darlings!!! I am really excited. It is very good to have hope for tomorrow, especially in light of the waning buckles of today.
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