Monday, November 28, 2011

Feeling good

Silly huh, how it can be, how sensitive the balancing board is atop the pyramid.
FEELING GOOD LIKE I KNEW I WOULD, BUT THEN AGAIN!
Nah, crazy hug, wiggle kiss. Broken belly drop the abyss.
A coin purse falls without a shuffle, a wind blows in between the hustle,
A keyboard clicks, and clacks away, the spacebar punctuating, every day
A billowing basket of cream timbuktus... a swallow sings of fallen dews
A chilly brim, of the cast not thrown, to the stars in the seas sown
A pillow in crevice, a rock in head, a willow weeps in the yucks bread.
The philly in ravenclaw, the pilloux in flambert... how can it ever be hurt
A uneasy tummy waits for the worst, the warm fouz absorb the blurt
Now over, turning and treacherous... where once stood the friend, glad smiling, glad riling the fellow instead learned...

112258    588.780704    xx.165.68.xxx    192.168.2.2    TCP    [TCP Dup ACK 112246#4] 41829 > ssh [ACK] Seq=67889 Ack=47520289 Win=12240 Len=0 TSV=1505778 TSER=243094585 SLE=47523169 SRE=47530369

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