A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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last day of \"32\".... bleh

There are still any number of days when i wish that my mom and dad had found some other use for their time during the month of June 1971.


I need a bong


I'm too old to still be feeling like this, but none of my efforts to avoid these circumstances seem to ever pay off in the least.

5:53 p.m. - 2005-03-15

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a jump to the left - a step to teh right