Sunday, January 13, 2008
Hay Later
Now is the moment, routine readily adjustable, fear not.
Affliction addiction affection which what is the question.
Constant progress individual paradigm economic disaster.
No one looking, doors lightly closed, future flying this way.
Shower, dress, add leeks, hay later; I'll presumably go as is.
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