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Thursday, February 15, 2007

post-valentine

I don't like underground. I'm getting decidedly turned off. Why is it the people who stick around are never the ones I really want? It's unfair! Do they teach mindgames to all the boys at that school?
Last count four. That's unpleasantly high.

Here:
An actor-poet on a motorcycle. With a guitar.
Such hope!

ijjit.
Posted by tangled at 8:41 AM

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