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Blowie's Realm Of Somethingness
Good morning my pretties, unless of course, its a bad morning, or a so-so morning, or maybe its raining, or perhaps your dog just ate your monkey.
Whatever. Anyway. So it seems, you have come across my hard worked website. Feel free to roam around, just keep a couple of things in mind, just in case you decide to sue me.
2. Steal either my opinions, or Uncle Bobs, and we shall hunt you down, open your stomach up, place a live rat inside and let it consume your inners.
3. Homophobes, eminem fans, stupid people, conformists, crazed fundementalist christians with no sense of humour or monkey haters may not enter.
4. Open minded people, with a strong sense of satire, and their own set of shoes may enter.
Erm, thats pretty much it.
Please, venture forward, and make sure you enjoy this website...it may be your last...
Signing out...
-Blowie
"IOWA Relax...it's over, you belong to me; i fill your mouth with dirt;
Relax...it's over, you can never leave; i take your second digit with me...Love...;
You are...my first. I can hardly breathe; I find you facinating; You are...my favourite,
I lay you down to sleep; It's all that i can do to stop...Love..; So blue...
So broken, paper doll decays; I haven't left you yet; So cold, subversive,
Your eyes are full of bleach; Tommorrow, I will go away again...Love...;
YOU ARE MINE, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE; I CAN TEAR YOU APART;
I CAN RECOMBINE YOU; ALL I WANT IS TO COVET YOU ALL;
YOU BELONG TO ME; I WILL KILL YOU TO LOVE YOU " [love]
= Oh my heart it sings, suicide = © Copywrite Irene Berry 2004 -
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