Them.   
03:45pm 01/07/2005
  Let me kick you hard in your hate. That'd make me happee.  
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finally.   
01:22am 12/11/2002
  Cutid being so much snaskrit to me and my oafish translator, I shall excecise what little techie-aptitude I have by linking this, which is a firstbit, hardly the only bit (though I guess this means I have to type those too. Fuck.) and yeah. Yes, it's in Her journal. No, I don't intend to just leave it there. I'm as territorial as, say Catherine Lafontine, and quite eager to pick up on her fabulous example.

observe.		  
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growl   
11:03am 05/11/2002
  I'm supposed to be spurting out words like seed for the good of the senate. Wealthy little landowning males out of my head? Sure thing, sweet.

Maybe a fragment or two will worm its way, abortively, here. In my sweet goodnight.		  
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