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[beluosus]

Ver secum molestiam miseriamque fert. arbusta seminibus suis aera contaminant. Flores unguenta venenata in auram vomunt. Propter hanc tempestatem, haec insidia naturae, crucior. aliquando respirare haud possum. Oculi rubri sunt lacrimosique, cutis sicca fit. Me miseror et coelum exsecror.

Olim vir sapiens, medicus herbariusque, mihi dixit causam incommodorum non externam esse, sed de animae profundis proficisci. Quippe sententiae in anima menteque permulta semper habeo, quae uluant et clamitant et ut emittantur orant. Putavit me miserum esse quod artem creare desiderem, et non satis facere possim. Sententiae, quae non extrinsecus vel sculptura vel scriptione exprimuntur, exardescunt et dolores fiunt.

Nam scio dolores simpliciter propter allergias esse. tame explicationem eius malo.

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[bunpoh.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know I don't know latin, but I think I understood to make out pink eye(?), misery, medicine, allergies and sadness to know why you guys weren't at Binga and Karokey last night.

We missed you. Also, I found Crouching Tiger, Sleeping Dragon and need to get it to you.

[beluosus]

More or less. But it was more a general statement of springtime environmenatally-induced malaise.

We actually failed to come out last night because we were too busy having sex. But we'll be out tonight, I promise.

[bunpoh.livejournal.com]

Aha! Silly sex-having people! You and your kind, actually having fun outside of a bar. What's the world coming to.

I don't think it's likely I'll make it down tonight, due to much partying this week, but maybe. Are you going to the Turn-Ons?

[beluosus]

Yes, we are going to the Turn-Ons, as we missed their last 3 shows (and Eric turn-On keeps calling us and leaving sweet messages saying how much they want us to come). See you there if not before.