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24 April 2004: something wicked this way comes.
this weather is driving me bonkers. i want to throw things. i
want to collect a year's worth of junk mail and ram it down a spammer's throat.
i want to tell ugly, annoying people exactly how ugly and annoying they are.
i want to be a heinous, cynical hypocrite who gets off on humiliating lesser
hypocrites at their own game. poozle-max!! oh my gaaaawwwwwwd, the fucking hate. the lines are cut. i'm pretty into tangerine dream lately, though.
lick his cloven hoof. |
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