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and then our exile

Tuesday, October 14, 2003 at 10:12 p.m.

Take heed, all ye who sing songs of social dissolution! I have a better topic! Apple Finnish! [t'was renamed three weeks ago, for those not in the know]. All must sing its praises. And I do believe I will get fat if I continue along these lines. It is 10.09, and my mind has this tendency to wander. Wander downstairs, that is, to a kitchen where a good third of the pan is left to sit on the counter. Until.

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On another note, blatent inadequacies stare me in the face on all sides. Instead of dealing with them, though, I pull my shirt over my eyes and run heedlessly [and headlessly] into everything.

There was something i meant to say. Truly there was.
Remaining.

and then our exile

Tuesday, October 14, 2003 at 10:12 p.m.

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