Sunday, October 26th, 2003 | 17:33
The Silence of Our Last Goodbye.

I'm sensing a little pattern here.
I'm sensing a little warmth inside.
I'm sensing a little resentment from the ICC.
I"m sensing a little tequila on the brain.
Don't worry about me, I've got fishbones and the wits to match.
I am waiting for her broken arms to make everything all right. -Matthew Good (A Better Pain)

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