Life works. The universe likes me. Sense equals nonsense.
Nothing matters, so everything does.
Whoopee, I'm alive!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Tribal? No, varicose.
"Pretty wild tattoo for her age", I thought when the expensively dressed lady passed in front of my lawn chair. D'oh. No tattoo. Not even a patterned pantyhose. Sorry.
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