Listening to: Aqualung - Left Behind
Currently: one minute late
I remember this one time, our maid made me a chocolate tuna melt sandwich. It was... lots gross. But oddly pleasant.
02 November 2004
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On that green evening when our death begins,
Just what it was, is hardly satisfying,
Since it applied only to one man once,
And that one dying.
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