Thursday Jun 15, 2006

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Strange aromas waft along wind and seep from the poures of souls in this section.Pungent, I cannot ignore them. My olfactory nodes are aflame with new inut.

"Though woe is thrown, I have lived and grown"

Millah

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kemicalphuture:
WORD UP.
TIME TO GROW. biggrin
greenmadtown:
Listen, Yoda. You can only be so patient. Come home if it gets to maximum suckass point. You should not have to kiss up to anyone, especially pretentious NYC mofos. ARRR!!!

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