It's there, I can feel it, like phantom limbs in the pathways of death.
I have something to say but can't remember what it is. Last night was a patchwork quilt of sleeps, cobbled together from 10 minute bits.
I watched Marathon Man. Yes. The dentist. Not as scary as I thought it would be but still, OMG ow.
I'll try to get it together to say something more better later.
I love you, world!!!! I love you, bandits!!!!!! Especially the ones who get drunk, fall into things and move about strangely, making ululations in the night. Keep on feeling the feelings.
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I don't know. I don't know what you mean. What is the it that you are referring to?
Yes it's safe, it's very safe.
No, it's not safe. It's very dangerous.
Strokes and aneurysms, bats spiralling out of the belfry. Sadly, this is the course of humanity.
I am sacred.
Sadly it is. Bear down. Look forward. Grip the handlebars tightly. It's going to be rough. Porous surfaces are everywhere, as are the torturers from earlier times. I want to become a long distance runner.
I don't know, but now I have some. I am scared.
I am becoming scarred.
I am sacred
I'm scared Too!!!
Ham Paw, you are not alone!
http://select.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=FB081FFF3F5B0C768DDDA80894DE404482
Article in Saturday's NY Times...
I'm glad I'm not crazy and I'm glad I'm all better. The trick is to not get a lung infection...
Anonymous, take care. Please take careful care not to scar yourself in the process of becoming sacred. And do not be scared.
Never mind the dentist. Use this url: http://www.wyastone.co.uk/nrl/pvoce/7839b.html
Go to number 9. Press the link. Then you'll know who we really are.
Thank you Uncle Stinky. That be us...
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