A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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There was surprisingly little gunfire to mark the passage of the old year and it's metamorphosis into this year.


i passed up a solid chance at some disposable fun for the weekend, and now i'm damned if i can see the sense of why i did that.


i am as a hungry satyr in a desolate forest, next time the opportunity arises, i will not waste it.

5:09 p.m. - 2006-01-03

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a jump to the left - a step to teh right