the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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9:57 a.m. + 2004-08-22 = linttrap.
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i keep finding random bits of jealousy in my presumed-ably empty pockets. it's like lint. or the "inspected by #" tag. but more-so like the former.
a bit here and there doesn't hurt anything, anyone, me. but letting it go, or discarding it in the same exact spot... well... that's what we call, "buildup." and buildups usually lead to disasterous consequences. or explosions. or spillage-over. and increased chances of spontaneous combustion.
though, all of such could, ideally, be quite helpful and [hopefully] effective. and i'd much rather get caught offguard with a blazing linttrap than turn out my pockets, say: "look at all this. this is crazy!" and risk the jeers of onlookers.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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