and so about such things

so crazy go unrun quit typing futures quit putting lifelines on hold clear use the padels we're all forgetting why we cam here in the first place and where did all this shit come from where's the colors of the storm now?

i want silicon ears with mind-numbing clarity and soon life affirming and all, and she's not there, quit typing, maybe she's mad. who can tell about such things?

2003-08-19 | 8:07 p.m.
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