5/16/10

I might have tintinitus. Which is okay, because I'm just a cog in B. F. Skinner Jr.'s experiment. There ain't no cure for a cog - except something I can't remember far enough back to, cheap chinese axle grease.

And now to lighten things up, some pictures of beautiful latin babies, and the music of tito peunte.

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