1/31/07

Pardon my levity

So I decided the only sane solution was to comindeer the bottle. It's a hash of things. A mix of things. When you gain the alteration you thought was demanded, when the fade-out began, when it looked fit enough to print, when emotions got ahead of reality, those kind of flanged sinews...
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