strong as I can, but I am only a man / string theory
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By:
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steve
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Mood:
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anarchic
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Date:
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01/02/2008 01:13:48
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Music:
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the wrong way - sublime
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denouement: so. after all that, all that new york new years eve eve eve center of the universe crap, what happened on the night of reckoning, the day we've all been waiting for, was, well.. a mixed bag. on the one hand, I came to grips with..um... ahem...um, too much red wine and um, red meat, and too many unprofitable madagascar sapphire mines -- and howevermany other forms of wanton red unlimited limitlessness in '07. --Which is to say, that at the last minute of the last hour of the last day of the year, when I shoulda been getting all sortsa hott for 2-double-ought-8 I was pretty much just finishing up being sick of '07. a cigarette, rests between her lips/ but I'm staring at her tits/ it's the wrong way--sublime which is to further say that when I shoulda been free I was bound, when I shoulda been elated I was down, and when I shoulda been futured-out I was nothing but the past. Id est with Times Square cameras pointing right at me I was the gloomiest farter on the block. --The ladies woudn't go down to the street because the cops had said "NO" and the ladies won't let redhedds break laws (we're too visible) so I fumed. The at-midnight fireworks blew and confetti flew (in our window) and the ladies were finally overcome and plus the cops couldn't say no anymore with a million streaming outward so down to the street we went.
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