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Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye

There was an eerie calm before the Strike hit, which made its arrival all the more terrifying. The sky darkened and the cruel November winds howled. Hell hath no fury like a Writer denied his appropriate Internet-participation formula. I was tossed about my quarters like a rag doll, gasping for air and struggling against the relentless tide of ( Read more... )

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im really gay over my big gay date tonight. john and i are going to see brand new and it is going to be delicious. im going to drive up as soon as i get out of work. man, being punk rock is so hard sumtimes -- what a buzzkill! has anyone else seen the picture of me with multiple star/studded bracelets on each wrist? im gonna buy beer and spill ( Read more... )

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