December 14th, 2007

the-gi het-gi gi-het(heat) get-hi hit-eg

Off/On low/highways to true rows.

Today is raveling into teeing off to the Novas Cotia, talon latin aquaes fluiditae. And so I bid yae adieu encore for all oh ah and awww missing yew all read he. But then, I'm gone. No elle in Christs Mass, mother may I?

Fool la. Ally. Any. May Rie. Vie yo. Yah and Rou me lie o tice. So nice, entice o tis time to roll and beg in for a life out.

When I'm up I can't get down? Red rover, swing me over.