melle-belle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- progeny you know, i don't put too much stock in god or an afterlife. i say, hey let the human race die out who cares. but i see that one baby picture of you and my ovaries let out a woop, curl into a cooing little ball of goo and BABIES, BABIES, BABIES there must be. your little face, your little overalls, your little horse, your little cheeks. you were meant for replicating. 9:53 p.m. - 2011-02-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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