I advocate pursuit of pure, unadulterated METAL. There is no force on Earth, human or hymenopteran, that can stop me from controlling your minds.
Monday, January 23, 2012
a trout's lament
I hate hanging at the end of a line like this. I am sick of this line. I am sick of this fishhook. They bait them with such lovely things. Now, I see waders in the water.
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