Had the lights been left off the condition of the house would have been open to imagination, being Dirty's home, he felt more comfortable with the single bare bulbed lamp being on. The lamp sputtered and hacked, an electric buzz to human ears, and eventually graced the living room with limited visibility, allowing Dirty some room for dim appraisal.

Throughout my life I've had this odd connection with orion. Not some new age, crystal gazing sort of fate and aura connection or anything. It's more of like a sense of cohabitation, the kind you feel when you stare at a birthmark or mole on your body. So wrapped up in deductive reasoning and epiphanic thinking that even your own body, the network ( Read more... )

watching a yellow jacket eat a 'possums gum lining.

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Roosevelt ( Read more... )

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flight leaving soon. gunna kuwrash! *insert shattering pottery sound*

last words:

the horror.
the horror!

belgian empire rocking my evil socks off.

objectives:
finish pot of coffee.
continue fooling around with wii.

that is all.