melanch-oly baby

we were both seperately
j and j..

we are the gang.
(gert rudes)

soon we will all have the same bike, the very same.

(while some random banjo didty plays inordinantly without my consent),

de tout facon,

plink, plink.

my hair is in desperate need of a trim, at large.
it wants cutting.

it dreams about being long and betty-ed.
mais non,
c'est que Louise pour moi.

autre ton.

banjo solorama compleate (thank you miss jennybobenny)

why, i know there are things in your brain
they are on fire at first
and then they are satisfied there
they dont catch the fire eaters tasters

do tell.
fire sharp makes it rambunctious.
keep fire doors closed..if only i had one.

and the fire exits.
bye bye,

but don't go.
there's more to melt.

repetitious engines pass on the river,
throwing their collisioning to the other side,
the draw back.

betty, betty.
Shows us her tits ;)


(a tes amours.)

jAjA.