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i must say, one of the greastest things in the world is taking two drags of a cigarette and throwing the rest away. a waste you may say, but to me it's taking the prime of the cigarette and leaving the rest to the savages. i do have to go to the restroom, maybe it's just the smoke talking, or could it be mr. daniel's. well one thing i do recall is my fate falls in the land of the lizard. a land where the freedom decends on small flakes of shampoo'd dry skin (dandruff). if i remember correctly, you called them snowflakes; the kind that always melt before they touch the ground. you said every one is different, and i pointed out the fact they all turn to small little water drops and merge into the same damm puddle in the end. ehh, it's all the same anyways. you disagree, well my friend, who's the moron in this case. dare i say. but regardless, you never called, and i didn't protest. so let thoes who be, be. a good night to you all.
love fred
love fred