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:: Monday, May 16, 2005 ::
A study in Wixology
:: sandy 11:27 PM [+] ::
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You made the first mistake of allowing me to infiltrate this other race of friends.. my goal is to consume your life into mine, the bottomless chasm.
I lucked out with the whole tree thing. I was both the hero and the victim, at once, to be protected and revered. Admired even. For you know what, if I had known that the G man was talking his talk at me, I would have off-the-top-roped him. Such a move would have instantly won me every woman at the party so perhaps better i didnt.. i need to pace myself.
God, i want to know one thing... how far did we walk that day? And was it really necessary? Perhaps Aaron (sp?) and Gjuss-tin (sp?) were trying to lose you. My theory is that you were lagging behind, hoping to be sucked into a raging party that we had glided by mistakenly. You would have called me right? Although, the Beckwith(?? <- ??) house was bombdope. How i managed to actually fall asleep on the torturerack chair/ottoman combo i found is something to be studied and replicated... the mystery of insomnia resides within..
a sweet day and a half. I dare say it would have been impossible for the original plans to even approach those 36hours.
And i still want to flesh out my "police state" movie
:: sandy 10:36 PM [+] ::
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