Words flow more adequately in ink straight from my body. Sometimes I refill my pens from the marrow in my bones.

11 September 2006

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I don't have any smart-ass comments to make.

No sarcastic remarks.


Geez!
I must be ill.
I have a thing with photographing reflections. It's my thang. Thing.. thang... hm.
Okay not really.

Damn, I sure could go for some chapstick.
That would be hella sweet.

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