trick your Fleet
it was a blessing to feel so utterly pooped, so confused and strewn all over; falling about the place. i am refering to the beacon cross race of the weekend. the new Igleheart rode like a champ while i just barely held on for DFL. the south jersey ops included croth J and j dunn, and our hostes jeremEllie in N. Philly. my home girl and her man, holding it down by the elevated tracks with their cats and ways. cheers to you both. bravo to our friend chris Igleheart; to your craft and fine attention. you have my word that i will give it everything i have until fuseless.
jeers to our grass rations road scorched sand trapped, blast oasis and nap.
new jersey is glorious country, but returning from bridgeton was an arduous drive up through busted intestines: the mighty wind of Zeus on Olympus nudging rented chevy CobAALT hither and thither whilst it guzzled more Iraqi based ameritroops and spit them out the exhaust. a machine of some minor engineering marvels, the compact auto and its designers who are so obviously in league with the US-PolitGrand and warHawk generales: style and moderate comfort followed by a product that is sure to keep US citizens in the shit. thanks to these fine people we can traverse our land with little fear of hooptey invasio-manner takeOver by foreign power. at least, not including boston based film students who think they can get away with shooting footage a la Munich '72 style roof top assault, as occurred last week in Deep Back Bay arena. the horrific scene promted a passer-by to "hit the deck" and slam the digits to F'ashcrofts hotline du Super panic. i hope to christos that that med school or who so ever Booked it back to his safe European Home and bathed like a hero. i can only imagine the real street scene as the 'hats-n-Bats' swooped in like the A-team to snuff the artists big screen break.
long of the short, if you are fixing to film anywhere in the municipality and are involving skiMaskies and guns of Brixton, either wait for the law to break in/ notify the BOS polizei/ or dial in you grrilla methods so as to include a getAway path and subsequent filming of realTime swatResponce.
jeers to our grass rations road scorched sand trapped, blast oasis and nap.
new jersey is glorious country, but returning from bridgeton was an arduous drive up through busted intestines: the mighty wind of Zeus on Olympus nudging rented chevy CobAALT hither and thither whilst it guzzled more Iraqi based ameritroops and spit them out the exhaust. a machine of some minor engineering marvels, the compact auto and its designers who are so obviously in league with the US-PolitGrand and warHawk generales: style and moderate comfort followed by a product that is sure to keep US citizens in the shit. thanks to these fine people we can traverse our land with little fear of hooptey invasio-manner takeOver by foreign power. at least, not including boston based film students who think they can get away with shooting footage a la Munich '72 style roof top assault, as occurred last week in Deep Back Bay arena. the horrific scene promted a passer-by to "hit the deck" and slam the digits to F'ashcrofts hotline du Super panic. i hope to christos that that med school or who so ever Booked it back to his safe European Home and bathed like a hero. i can only imagine the real street scene as the 'hats-n-Bats' swooped in like the A-team to snuff the artists big screen break.
long of the short, if you are fixing to film anywhere in the municipality and are involving skiMaskies and guns of Brixton, either wait for the law to break in/ notify the BOS polizei/ or dial in you grrilla methods so as to include a getAway path and subsequent filming of realTime swatResponce.
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