Saturday, November 17th, 2001 | 1:32
slipping through the Pacific

I am so far past consciousness right now. Totally unrelated, I'm typing about seventy words per minute. Related to the unrelated story, I make up facts when I don't have real ones.


In other news, a man was shot dead three times one night.


Chemiluminescence, so kiss my Boardwalk-and-Park-Place-hotel-owning ass!


This afternoon, I single-handedly increased the speed of light by roughly sixty million meters per second (give or take a couple).


Sleeptyping Fermosa

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