blogging's like slicing your brain to thin strips, salting em, and then drying em under the sun. It'll be fun watching every drop of moisture evaporating from them, each strip curling up like besuto prawn crackers when dropped in steaming hot oil. I could even hear them crackling.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Things Are Different
You just know when things are different. You know but you can’t do anything about it. And it sucks. Big time.
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