Friday, April 8, 2011

Run the Ruts Or

It was time of the spring. We didn't have shoes. I fought a bear upwards.
Then it was different. I didn't know that dance.

I've got keys and keys. This ain't no advo but it could concentrate.
We've left our words and can't think again.

But inform as this point isn't a pizzaria either!.

Masta or masta chrome.

Masta bass or masta ace.

Masta Rasta

Masta Rasta then.

When the city leaves make it a peart and then a pearl!.

A couple leaves got tossed around the city!.

Glow glow glow again.

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