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at the hospital on the back of a tractor on the roof three sheets to the wind at the reception, hiding in the shed with the woodstove with the other hardheads, 'til nearly three in the morning. up to my elbows in SAAB grease ...this was my weekend. full of prepositions. my cup runneth over. and then, i wake up... right where i started from. in front of this monitor, frustrations aplently. but i've got a plan or two. like pirating my pitiful 401k, to make a road appear where there was none. what the fuck, i'll be working until the day i die, anyway. retirement... relaxation... luxury... who's fooling who? "gather ye rosebuds while ye may"... i painfully see the truth in that sentiment. so, in this day of total cyber-suckitude... i'll bank my more pithy comments and observations for another time. once upon a time. |
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