The remembrance of things past, the examination of things present, the postulation of things to come, in both fantasy, reality, and fear. A contemplation of so many things in words, an intimate rant of silly things, observations of a world that is changing too fast, and i'm being left behind.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Come on 2011!
Come on, 2011! Why does everything about you have to suck so bad? It's like Eastman all over again.
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