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sleepykev |
shlup 0.1 |
Mon 2nd Aug 2004, 20:24 link |
| The evening's ink seeps through it's blotter earlier each day now. I look at my winter coat, the scarf I only just got round to storing properly for the summer. I always loose the gloves though, where the hell are my gloves? Corperations prepare their annual co-ordinated assualt on your value system and I shall be forced to become upset. It's the kids that are most depressing - come Christmas I mean. Rosy cheeks, all full to the brim with lies accepted as truth. Human kindness. Stuff like that. |
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