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the life and times of a man-child.

Tuesday, January 29, 2002

the sun is brilliant. fucking brilliant. the morning poured in through my window in dazzling streams, softened by the occasional cumulus skittering by. the new light energizes, filling me with a pure white energy, the invaluable byproduct of intrastellar fusion.

and i am bourne anew.
Posted by cbk5000 at 10:11 AM

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