Sunday Mar 30, 2003

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"She would start mumbling a song in a Neanderthal language and walk around the dying bodies. She picked up soil under her feet with one hand and tossed it on them. And with her other, she sprinkled a layer of crushed red okra from her pouch. Autumn finally took out her flute and blew notes to her decaying companions and soon collapsed, ending the ancient ritual"

---Autumn of the Piltdown People
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ramona:
the very same. fo sho!

xo ramona
mtlqueen:
heh. i didn't even get to reading your journal entry because i just had to tell you how wicked insane your "favorite bands" are. Nothing like "suit and tie guy" and "i wanna sexxx you up" on a saturday afternoon mixed tape! wink

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