Monday, September 06, 2004

Jazzyfatnastees is a very good name, for what? I'm not sure.
"I'm blowin' up like you knew I would"

Walking through Toronto with two wonderful people today I noticed a young lad with a novelty t-shirt that read "Please tell your BOOBS to stop staring at my face". Being the rebel I am, I thought to myself, or rather to his shirt "NO!" My boobs won't be pushed around.

Listening to Biggie Smalls as I write, I get the distinct feeling of flying through space. Not that I've ever flown through space but something tells me that space feels pretty damn funky. Biggie was a space gangsta.

"Lunches, Brunches, interviews by the pool, considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school"

So something So something So something
third times the charm

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