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damn all this mindless activity. it's putting a serious crimp in my writing abilities. just like these reluctant computers have been placing unnecessary hurdles in my photo transferring. bastards. of course, i'm a lazy sod, lately, anyway... looking for a point to it all. t'was ever thus. i've got memories of Richmond, this weekend. i think i just might wind up there, when the last of the family is cast from the landscape like dust. or someplace south. someplace... else. rest well, warren. "i'll sleep when i'm dead," indeed. |
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