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By giggling nihilist

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//slow absorb of your ink-stained wretched juices// ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ you clack verooky randoms? malevolent angel? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a glass of extra sensory perception? I drink to you salutation with a drink cheers bottoms up santé to your health toast prost salud.. ..here's to fits of lunacy [!!] pervading disincarnate. both terrifying and exciting at once. "yeh, she's got presence, presence like a ghost." must continue to expose ~~~~~~~~~~i wasn't going to put this here; scribbled in a notebook... Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 07:06 AM PST   10 • 0

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