Friday, June 27th, 2003 | 18:28
5 x 1 x 1 twin towers, covered in dust and specks of paint.

In an incredibly adolescent turn probably spurned by some subconscious sense of being left behind, "Prom licks balls."
End of story.
Oh yeah, and my room will soon be FULL of the most appropriate speakers I could ever have borrowed without permission.
"I had a nightmare where Nietzsche was dressed up like a clown. I was just about to jump off a bridge and he says to me, "[Al], don't look down, don�t look down, don�t look down, it'll go away."

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