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dear god, the humanity.
2005-09-04 12:34 am

Whoever's sick of being depressed, raise your hand.

Let's move on, shall we?

Sadly, the closest I've come to writing in three days is a massive editing job on Footsteps and continual revision of a bridge poem. The weather's been fucked and I'm eating too much fast food. I have a week of work days in a row, though. Perhaps this will get me back on track.

In the middle of a massive mix project termed 'Dear god, the obscurity.'

.backwards.forwards.