Saturday, November 05, 2005

ground control...


ehhhh...5:42 and drugs seems apt, apt for this hideous progeny to take fucking flight. Desires of flight will be quashed; parachutes will find forced deployment. Holy snap...is anyone asking did you get a rush -- there's no point in asking if it wasn't enough...expect no less...expect no more...
tinker

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