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Miniblogs:
Frigid Bitch: It's like a 12-step program for assholes.
Lunch Lines: A noontime sentence. Joseph Campblog: Exploring the books of Joseph Campbell. In those last few moments that I was dragged through the field behind my beautiful '38 Packard, all of my senses were convened upon the tall wheat grass, its blurry green smell crackling against my parched, fading tongue.
February 14, 2008 12:49 PM |
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