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Saturday, January 2, 2010

goes nowhere does nothing

why didn't you tell me my lights were out you would ask through a cynicism applied by a stiff arm
but even the hallways on the Enterprise were labeled GNDN & so I would laugh and remind you that they're only props & so stage handle your own affairs space cadet

Posted by uglymug at 11:55 AM
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