Monday, October 17, 2005
Into the drink D. goes...
into the drink D. goes...he was supposed to get a new podcast done...but he was feeling it...the stink of america miasma with it's awful breath clogged up his soul with an awful sense of dread...D. decides to stay in the safety of the cocoon of his home and get wasted thinking of some excuse to tell himself...
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the miasma lurks out there... sounds terrifying and I hope it isn't contagious... after all it is halloween. maybe all the rain we've been getting will wash the miasma away and you can come out to play again when it all has gone and there is a rainbow of kindness, virulity and compassion in its place... that and 2 dollars will get you a ride on the nyc subway!!!
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