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Saturday, 27 February 2010
nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy
a little late, but, rest in peace.
millhouse is still not a meme (but...)
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nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy
contemptible wretch
unutteredly profane to you
aren't you angry?
quality control
lethargy
(intro to 'talk shows on mute') bzzz bzzz
parting is such sweet sorry. i mean, sorrow.
guilty by association
i'm coming apart at the seams. bzzz bzzz bzzz.
find yourself, pt III
job interview? hot date? monetary woes? worry not!...
find yourself, pt II
find yourself
it's not you, it's me. actually, it really is you.
enthusiastic
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pertaining yours truly
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an amateur mathematician sans writer trapped in the corporeal nightmare of a biologist. a decrepit sage of factoids which are useless in the real world, and a relic of a time ere knowledge was currency of import, moreso than paper and coin.
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