the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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10:03 p.m. + 2004-02-13 = and then there was one.

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i may be making coffee-roasted duck soon. but i've recently been made self-aware that my creativity is perhaps being stretched too thinly over multiple facets of my fantastic, boring life. songwriting is hurting. and i'm dying to release an album. hurting, dying... one would think those within same ballpark.... anyway, the point is, my room is far too messy for me to deal and i'm down to my last pair of knickers. AND SINCE, there isn't time between now and the crack-of-dawn shift tomorrow, they are inevitably prone to "rinse and repeat" formula: there are many appropriate situations for commando-ing, workplace is not on this list [well, unless we were shooting a co-op porn... then i'd have to doctor prior statement.]

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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far

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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]

[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]

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you
or
us
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them
else...
immortality!



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