So, I let the ladybug go in a pile of spinach over the side of our front porch. Maybe s/he was content confined in the seemingly perfect world of hir plastic prison (maybe only my knowledge otherwise made it a prison), but I thought s/he should be free. But what do I know? S/he could very well've drowned in the Portland rain. Maybe that
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I drove around for like an hour tonight, hoping to shake that same feeling. I always wonder if I was born in the wrong place.
I don't know where I was going with that, but we used the Casio last night.
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But yeah, those forks in the road make me wonder, and I am a-gettin' older and have made many decissions.
Uh, I know where I'm going with that, and I played with Reaktor this afternoon.
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