Thursday, August 30th, 2001 | 18:40
drinking does not always equal getting drunk

As my loyal subjects, I command that you go here and read this.


Once there lived a boy who loved to look outside of his window. And on the other side of that window was a world filled with secrets that only he knew of. And so he stayed inside of his house so that he could watch all the other people stumble over and around all of his secrets. And it made him smile. Because only he could see them... -Matthew Good


My feet smell like hot chocolate.


Eli Lemski

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