Saturday, January 3, 2009
cABIN fEVER
jack nicholson couldn't be more proud, i'm screaming for it to get out of my head but it won't leave, there is no sleep in my life, I wipe the sweat from my forehead at 3 am, podium dreams, paceline visions, what the hell?!? It's gawdaful dusty, tires need air . . . no love has come it's way for a very long time. maybe a dose of tripe will set me straight tomorrow, i doubt it, i just spent the whole night in the basement, what is happening to me??????
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
This does not bode well.
Hmmm. Must be a lesson in there somewhere. Who's this Jack guy, anyway?
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