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.old. .new. .guestbook. .notes. .email.
.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. 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.'
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