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Too much good stuff
no real mail
Walk
I ain't gonna git sick!
Chores are a chore
See my horizon
One of these days
Cure-all
Leporine Snorkels
Them's got big teeth
It hurts
Massive Conspiracy
cheese
Why not?
Pet Shark
Waste
Where's the sun??
breakfast
Shut yer trap
A load of hooey
my mind
How will I die?
Mornings
Grocery stores
Vata
Hmmm...
My knees
Awright. That does it.
Durn whippersnappers
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
my mind
I don't know what I was thinking yesterday. We don't have any kids. We never had kids. I
wish
we had had kids, but it didn't happen. I'm losing my mind. Dreams become reality. Truth becomes fiction. Mirages become oases.
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