Zola goes to climb a mountain for spiritual crap intake.
But first I am off to shoot an heffalump and fuck a woozzle.
More pancakes please.
Love those pancakes.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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very haiku
'Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?'
Care full, otherwise you will be getting as whimsical as some of the other places that are visited.
No beef only fluff.
I like fluff sometimes.
Between my teeth, mainly.
Not in my thoughts, though.
Whimsy is Zola's inimitable thing. Not fluffy whimsy - meaty whimsy.
Follow the Yellow Brick Road.
Oh, ZoZoBear..........such stuff to go to bed on, thank you ..........
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