Sans cigarettes I can’t compose. As if my hacking away resembles in any part a composition. And while withdrawal will…
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Some here and there and general disrepair…and my Swan Song Forever being the ass, at least I refrained for twenty-four.…
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More mess-o-stuff, with old and new, and may 5/4 be forever snappy…
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For me, these entry level, first generation, product introductions have somewhat kept the plague at bay.…
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I could list time and time again, how this water fountain social baptism has saved my otherwise sorry ass, but…
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Now when Mark the bartender bought off the bet for five hundred dollars, the others knew, no matter what, that…
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When did subtext become simultaneously, a shout and a secret. Both trigger and target.…
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