Monday, August 22, 2005
About the horrible waking at 4a in the morning, trying to communicate to the worthless world with nothing to show but mis-typed words and far fetched ideas...I am still trying to get my stuff together before I go the route of some of the "mullet-haired" necks that have sniffed, sprayed their tonic, left their mark and shaded their glory with the color of urine and tobacco spit in a parking lot.
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