Pain and sleep and dull flocks of noise stitching them together with what flesh there is. Notice how deep the flocks carry the needle into one and then the other. One gets the impression it will fall apart in time. And though quite impossible to believe, this impression is nevertheless the whole truth.
I don't miss you and I am a liar.
I don't miss you and I am a liar.
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or to many percs???
don't crucify the French language
they hate us enough.
[Edited on Jun 24, 2003]