No poems?:-(
*captain no go to space, then*
anywhere ever? Sheffield, November 30th, 1984, about 1 in the morning. So I could tell the doctors I was coming out the wrong way and to give my mum a caesarean.
(*captain no go to space, then*
anywhere ever? Sheffield, November 30th, 1984, about 1 in the morning. So I could tell the doctors I was coming out the wrong way and to give my mum a caesarean.
Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Mon 24 Nov 2008, 15:44,
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HEY WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW. I guess you could get a space-poem license.
Ttssattsr,
Mon 24 Nov 2008, 15:46,
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That'd be good.It's spoken word, so it's cool poetry. None of this wandering lonely smelling like a cloud, floating like daffy duck etc.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Mon 24 Nov 2008, 15:47,
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