eels are coming. let's hover high. for the craft, is claustrophobic already.
no meaning meant, just few things funny, put together.
O'er the hills and o´re the main. as long as it doesn't rain ..... carriages.. or walking sticks.
i was born blond. never really realised... that i was born.
i don't think i ever will (tough one)
think drums! must think drums! they whisper promises. loudly indeed.
then the galaxy quest is the only answer... gloomy times :-D
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