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Saturday, November 8, 2008
die in abject obscurity.
time like warm water exiting down the drain. washing away your apathy in the breakfast nook of genericism. on a warm gray day ideas will be born throughout. and you are the harbinger of irrational intoxication on a fantasy team. alienate your core audience, and apologize for nothing at all. call your mother.
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