A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- random blatherings nothing new, cigarette smoke drifting skyward like wasted prayers swept up on the wind, an occasional occkroach skittering by. nothing new. oddly enough, it doesn't trouble me it'd be fun to be immune to ccnsequence for a day or so or even just a few hours, every few years, just let all hell break loose and deal with it later maybe i'm crazy...probably. 5:48 p.m. - 2007-07-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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