We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Friday, March 25, 2005
what a wonderful day. thee world hates me and i hate the world.
so much nonsense. everyone please grow up and get a life.
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