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Wowza, I'm tired but I miss my babies so I need to write something. Today was interesting. Started out by going to my old high school to pick up my sister from choir. I knocked on the door and Davin (a kid that should have graduated with me, but screwed off too much) opened the door and gave me a huge hug while screaming, "Bethy's here!" Then I
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I guess that's the right discription. Except for the songs where he screams in a whiny tone. Variation is the key to life!
I'm glad you still have your occultish fan club up in Ionia (that still strikes me as awesome; what devotion!) and that Bradley is still socially inept but has lost some chubby chub. Me, I still need to lose some of that. But I digress; I hope you had fun at the prison today. That Lionel Richie guy seems interesting. Must be a lot different singing at all these different kinds of venues; must feel like you're on tour or something. That's what I see it as, at least.
Here's to that Bauhausal feeling --
The intense darkness spews forth
White and Black or Black and White
Never fading to gray
Never fading away
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