You say its your BIRTHDAY, yeah, well its my birthday too!
By Colin McLeod Hae Na
Current Location: OsHo MeDiTaTiOn ReSoRt
Your comment about Gary Colman here: He likes wild radish's
How do you sleep at night? with a book under my pillow
HAPPY BIRTHDAY you Pale-hairless chested-tall-white-skinny-curly haired-romantic-tonsil infected-red robed-gets drunk with rickshawdrivers at two in the morning-delivers romantic heart napkins to 33yr old english women- moulin rouge singing- chickaburro shouting-talks to ladies instead of going to the doctor-spends sick leave prancing about silently showering hearts on beautiful ladies- anti-social my ass believer that people my age in my highschool in pinetop arizona and elsewhere are devoid of substance because they try to fill themselves up with so much it has the opposite effect, excusing the few that i associate myself with-enraptured dancing monkey who uses mating calls as a way to ostracize silver pigeons and chipmonks while simultaneously fraternizing audaciously with a 20yr english actress who feels drunk from sipping water-big breasted-firm buttoxed-whimsically fantasical-jovial-naive-incorruptible innocent-justin timberlake look-a-like-with red dotted hands from red permanent markers which are used to seducfully said "cross" people when in actuality are simple implements used to stroke away 100's and 1000's of ruppes with one happy, sick, dejected, indignantly, animositized, perverted, extroverted, introverted, joyful, playful, paroxysmical, romantic, sexually erotic, titillating, movement of my oh so delectable deliciously but highly fallacious charming index finger and a erotically pleasing thumb--dont forget the substance abuse- oh yesses the substance abuser who used wild radish's to induce surreal states of coconuts fasting to jimmy buffet in a desert marked with only the best small piles of sand labeled small piles of sand from century banks clandestine reserve which apparently are only given to those who can find "where the moon hid it's sack of flour tonight"-for those who cant find sacks of flour special awards will be given yester-eve for the greatest enabler of closing chickens in paper cups filled with sugar-19 year old boy/teenie bopper/nacho macho --or is it macho nacho??--man!
Ciao you lovely people. lifes absolutley blissfull, i've never had such a great time, especially when im sick. but silly me i stop following the doctors reccomended mouthwash.
Colin The birthday boy December 14th, 1986.
P.S. if you can listen the "Birthday" by the Beatles on the White Album.
Your comment about Gary Colman here: He likes wild radish's
How do you sleep at night? with a book under my pillow
HAPPY BIRTHDAY you Pale-hairless chested-tall-white-skinny-curly haired-romantic-tonsil infected-red robed-gets drunk with rickshawdrivers at two in the morning-delivers romantic heart napkins to 33yr old english women- moulin rouge singing- chickaburro shouting-talks to ladies instead of going to the doctor-spends sick leave prancing about silently showering hearts on beautiful ladies- anti-social my ass believer that people my age in my highschool in pinetop arizona and elsewhere are devoid of substance because they try to fill themselves up with so much it has the opposite effect, excusing the few that i associate myself with-enraptured dancing monkey who uses mating calls as a way to ostracize silver pigeons and chipmonks while simultaneously fraternizing audaciously with a 20yr english actress who feels drunk from sipping water-big breasted-firm buttoxed-whimsically fantasical-jovial-naive-incorruptible innocent-justin timberlake look-a-like-with red dotted hands from red permanent markers which are used to seducfully said "cross" people when in actuality are simple implements used to stroke away 100's and 1000's of ruppes with one happy, sick, dejected, indignantly, animositized, perverted, extroverted, introverted, joyful, playful, paroxysmical, romantic, sexually erotic, titillating, movement of my oh so delectable deliciously but highly fallacious charming index finger and a erotically pleasing thumb--dont forget the substance abuse- oh yesses the substance abuser who used wild radish's to induce surreal states of coconuts fasting to jimmy buffet in a desert marked with only the best small piles of sand labeled small piles of sand from century banks clandestine reserve which apparently are only given to those who can find "where the moon hid it's sack of flour tonight"-for those who cant find sacks of flour special awards will be given yester-eve for the greatest enabler of closing chickens in paper cups filled with sugar-19 year old boy/teenie bopper/nacho macho --or is it macho nacho??--man!
Ciao you lovely people. lifes absolutley blissfull, i've never had such a great time, especially when im sick. but silly me i stop following the doctors reccomended mouthwash.
Colin The birthday boy December 14th, 1986.
P.S. if you can listen the "Birthday" by the Beatles on the White Album.
posted by Colin McLeod Hae Na at 12/14/2005 02:46:00 PM
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATE!
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Wow that's a lot. You're old.
Enjoy yer birthday!
hap[py birthday colin love sadhana happy to hear you are enjoying pune. have you seen cindy there now called deshana. give my love to anyone there who may know me
How long did it take you to write that? It was definatly interesting...Happy Birthday by the way. That was a very extensive way of saying "happy birthday to me!" Anyway...hopefully you have all you could ever want and more...Happy Birthday, Colin, and may you always have this much fun.
Lacy
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