This is some stuff I found bouncing around in the dark, damp cavities of my noggin. Heat them up until cheese is melted.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
My thinking's too loud for this library
My thinking's too loud for this library. I need to go somewhere green- a pasture- somewhere I won't be seen for miles. Here I'll let my brain scream as I watch the sun sink, and just think.
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