u.f.o.'s flying over Wisconsin, looking for aliens, finding them- everywhere. even in three-piece suits and designer jogging pants and even passing them by in 747's and heliocopters with them on the streets in Pasadena, California, and the back alley bars in Dallas, Texas. even in your own backyard.
Reason for writing:
because sometimes everyone seems aliens to me.
Birth sign: Taurus
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