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Monday, October 20, 2008

Losing Argument (With Myself)

I smell like smoke. I was hungover this morning. Well, it is so late now, I suppose I should say yesterday morning. All the great writers drink and smoke. Why am I not churning out any good writing?
Posted by smokey at 4:44 AM

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