It wet. sky wet. haha . *looks up* *laughs*

It wet. sky wet. haha . *looks up* *laughs* *opens mouth* Come down. Wet. Like kisses. *smiles*. *raises hands* *runs around waving arms*

Then Jimi Hendrix yawned, and said, "Woah."

Jimi stretched and said, "They don't know like I know. Do you you know?" His girlfriend just raised her eyebrows and said, "Uh, I don't know."

She looked away from him, focusing on the small scrap of paper she held in her hands. Now she was even less certain whether it was safe to tell him about what had happened. What if

he betrayed her. What if he sold the information she had to the Chinese or the Sami? She ate the paper and stuck her tongue out at him. "Ha! All gone!"

"When I was 6 my mother told me that if a girl sticks her tongue out at you it means she likes you." He tackled her and tickled her uvula to retrieve the paper. She thought spies

were the impersonation of subtlety, but Micah was bizarrely straightforward. As she gagged, the crumbled up note covered in saliva came shooting out. He dropped her and unwrapped

Her packaging so she wouldn't suffocate when she meant to knit. Her sweater was a lovely golden colour. Valentino X, her lover, thanked Micah with a pepperoni and onion pizza.

Revolution was in the offering plate. The 5 Micahs went around not so secretly singing the promises of revolution. Free love, property in common, free work. OH MAN, SIGN ME UP!!