Sunday, January 30, 2005

Just Is

Love is in the air, so wear a smock.

Dreams are everywhere, but that is no reason to stay asleep.

You have been visited by someone in your area in the past three years.

You will find yourself suffering from a small bout of chicken socks. Which is a bizarre form of arm flapping whilst making the silliest noises and wearing socks on your hands.

Your grandma's recipe for tapioca will end up on the internet as a new additive for bio-diesel fuel.

You are wearing something white.

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