I'll have to move, should I ever take up greater evil. Today, while at the grocery store, "Hello, Mr. [my surname]!"
I will not fight you.
You cannot escape your destiny. Fate is what I make ... yadda yadda yadda.
Some of my life sticks to the roof of my mouth -- can be difficult to remove; regardless, I plunge (d) into it with vigor.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Friday, August 04, 2006
inescapable
Posted by Marcus at 7:40 PM
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