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Saturday, August 11, 2007 

a Fullerton dinner for a Parisian breakfast.


If this is what i get for being late, then by gosh-golly-gee-louie! i'm gonna try to be late all the time! Thank youse! It's so purrty.. I'll plant the seeds and soon.. it'll have kids!! haha!

it rhymes..it's true then..
i'm a poet.

Sunflowers always turn to face the sunrise, and track from east to west throughout the course of the day. It then turns eastward at night to anticipate the sunrise.

How poetic your admiration is towards me.

"I know!"

-Sunrise

haha! u gotta stop finding out about things.. you're makin' me out to be a mushy fella like that. my names and everything.. how like that? aiyah..

- Lord Ali

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