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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A Used Napkin Pencil Sketch of Meaningful Communication, on a Timeline, Located to the Right of the Invention of Technogadgets
All day, every day.
I must tell you about my insignificance.
Spotlights feel hot on my skin.
My skin is my largest organ and it feels good.
And feeling good feels significant.
Here is Joe McHugh
Fingering Dead Horses
Pissing out the Mouth
Jeremy Bauer like coke
October 10, 2009 at 10:12 AM
Man, dese tag$!
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