A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now i'm older and i don't play on second thought, fuck it. i'm not closing this diary. why should i make any concession to the fear of a carelessly dropped word? if something spoken or written lays there like a boobytrap in the middle of somebody's passage through their day... oh well. that's right, kiddies, the creature is off it's leash, one hundred percent raving, unfiltered, high-octane loose-cannon asshole in three-fucking-D. well, shit, why not? after all, everthing else just proved ultimately futile 10:45 a.m. - 2003-03-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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