My dreams are twisted.
Full of strange photographs, random resturants, and bloody marshmallows. I have no freaking idea what that means. I need to stop stressing out.
Curses... Sometimes I wonder about myself.
Alas Patrick, you need to be here more often.
-RG
Monday, April 21, 2008
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Good words.
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