I worry about the troubled monsters of an untroubled sleep; in the morning sun, nothing seems impossible.
posted by Lee @ 14:46
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Last Gasp
Last Gasp, where bad poetry, poor political analysis, and meaningless observations come to die.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
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