October 8th, 2001

Typing

(*sigh*)

Time slides down like a whore to her knees. There's nothing like sitting around feeling outcast. Simultaneously feeling your hopes and dreams slip out of your head like the Widow of the Web's sands slipping relentlessly through Ynir's fingers makes things just *SO* much duckier.

I *WILL* be interested to see if anyone gets the obscure references in the above sentences.
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    some local nothing band - Magnuttik Personality