Nothing to fear.
What’s the fucking point. Not to get all teenage angst and all, but I really just feel like not doing anything for a while. Not being a painter, not struggling, not pushing for something that’s not there. So here goes….a big tuesday morning “fuck it”.
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Amen to that brother!
By Kdub on 09.25.07 10:40 am
You were in my dream last night. I almost called you when I woke up just to see if you were ok. Then I remembered it was 6am and you probably wouldn’t appreciate a call that early.
By Jamalicious on 09.25.07 6:48 pm
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