I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
for some reason my template isnt working and i cant change the band of the ______. let it be known that the band of the _________ is mates of state because their music is darn catchy and they are playing here next week. WOO.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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