Atef Ayadi

I died ever since

this is
a billionz o f exe file fed ex-
style M theory style
for a
or a galaxy
iieileeen 2002 SG1.

ford means my ez ss tt eee GOLD mine girl.

DID you get tit?
forget the tit and get what you did!

please help
me? help yourself? once you finish your stuff, go back to the beginning of this line!

help me to have
a fuctinnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn job?
so i can see lussi, my Lus T u uuuu ssss i wikkkkk pidia fu kkkkpidia ocean or MY sea eileen.


if you did not get it SOFAR OR through safari
if you did yet
find this

ired not ironed, boring, or tired
five mile radius
mild milled
with you gossip
fu kkkkpidia radars
I have to stand
my knees
so i cab see my fate of talking to an alien ho bee ieleen.

Submitted: Friday, September 26, 2008
Edited: Sunday, September 28, 2008

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