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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Friday, September 01, 2006
If you are what you eat, I am a banana
The ears are feeding on Silver Jews - Sometimes a Pony Gets Depressed
DIE, GECKOS, DIE
I HATE EVERY SINGLE WIGGLY GREY/BROWN/
SMALL/BIG/TRANSLUCENT ONE OF YOU
YOU AND YOUR BLACK BEADY EYES
I HOPE YOU BURN IN REPTILIAN HELL
12:25
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