I managed to get bird droppings on my head. I can't understand why everytime there are three people standing in a line, the one who gets attacked is me. Maddening. And this was at my grandmother's place, where I'd been asked to speak to a frenchman who was staying with my aunt. I didn't want to go and be nice to anybody, and I hate to be introduced
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Oh did I ever? Is the anon here Chicken? Or is the anon someone else?
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I don't know you at all -- that you're a free thinker is only a guess on my part, from reading your journal. (Ask me how I came to find it sometime.) But, if I had to make another guess, it would be that you're not in much danger of letting anything change you. No, my 'advice' was only to let you know that even if I don't understand, I can . . . guess.
My email address is: whoisnumber1 at gmail dot com. I have yours, and if I don't hear from you, I'll use it.
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Oh I do have some ideas, but I am not averse to change, but Orwellian monsters are just minor irritants and they most certainly won't change.
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http://www.mp3shits.com/Archive/a/2/
Don't bother downloading "Stay on these Roads" - it's terribly, terribly slow [I'll send it to you]. The rest are really fast and "You'll end up crying" plays at 320 kbps....
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