zodiac24 Aug 2005

Ha ha. Not EVEN in the least. Pity me, I spend 23 hours a day speaking the most stupid imaginable language. For example, this poem in street Arabic would go something like:

Thinking a lot, she remembers it a lot,
the notion of lot-itude
past the possibility you are together,
then you think,
and at the end, you say.

You move by funny thought that
something so nice
will disappoint you a lot,
she pours one more glass,
moves the gun,
and . . .