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[30 Oct 2003|12:57am] |
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Massive Attack |
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Heehee. I'm shaking like a wound-up flea and writing like mad. I've starting talking to mysef and humming, the writer's high full throttle. Reverted to paper, as my erratic cricket spindles of verse cannot be contained on a precise keyboard.
Weeeeee. I wish I had some peenie.
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