Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Middle

Nothing to say. Out of pot, I designed it that way. Time to get my head together. What must it feel like to be clear? I'm looking forward to it. It's been ten years, that's the time I'm talking about.

Of course, I scraped the coffee table for the last of the spilt mull. I got one last joint out of it. Something to say goodbye with.


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