Monday 23 May 2011

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i want to swim in a sea of chestnuts
i want to run through a field of chestnuts
i want to knit a sweater made out of chestnuts
i want to get a whole bunch of chestnuts and draw your face on every one with a black marker
i want to put chestnuts in the microwave for 10 minutes and see what happens
i want to give you a chestnut like it is a flower
i want to shout WHAT ARE YOU FOR at a chestnut
i want to hold something in my hand that is not a chestnut and imagine that it is a chestnut
i want to read a book about chestnuts that is made out of chestnuts
i want to throw chestnuts into the air and make a high pitched squealing sound
i want to throw a chestnut at your face and make you bleed
i want to bake a pie (not chestnut related)
i want to feel a sense of existential angst whenever i think about chestnuts
i want to start a jazz funk trio called stacey and the chestnuts
i want to type 'chestnut butt' into google
i want to pet a chestnut like it is a cat
i want to anthropomorphize a chestnut
i want to make love to you dressed as a chestnut
i want to write poetry about all the things i want to do that involve chestnuts (check)

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