Tuesday, 26 August 2008


The weather is unforgiving. There goes my lunch date.

I'm intrigued by a lost stranger. A world of strangers.

I found a way to blog. Trounced Sandman's surveillance and barbs. Victory is sweet.

I feel under accomplished. Buck up, scurvy dog.

I am rocked by overwhelming insecurities. Even though all reeks of rosiness.

I need to edit the EnÜ. Fark.


Spell casted by spunkz at 12:27

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