Stuck in the middle/Boredom kills

by Fits   Jan 12, 2006


Equally preportioned, Equally Enclined, I\'m an astronomical number, a digit far from the line, the rate has turned me over, ask if you do tell, Creations like a orchid, Taste just for the smell.
Burn a dog to rid its fleas, the lies you give are the ones you receive, its open time for all you liquids, poison is what it isn\'t.
Stripes and tigers have in common, madcow diesese spreads through my vomit, accidents have hit the fan, take a knife and cut the fat.

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