Jan 30, 2004 16:45
My father did not have a son, to him, and as a child, I drifted, bleeding to death from unseen savages that tore at the flesh, and gnawed on the bones. I am his blood but not his heart. Should he always remember to forget, I remain still. Broken by his long term goals.
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not a good move.
i would have appreciated it if you gave me notice on my front page first.
Steve.
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just like the others im also wondering why you chose to add me?
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