all things pass, a sunny look into the year ahead
a new year dawns before me, like a sweaty whore hanging off the edge of my bed, legs akimbo. am i going to make the most of this year? will time prove that my true "coming into my own" will be in this foul year of our lord 2000 and 6? probably not. but with any luck i'll escape this icy prison by the shore for the slightly more fertile pastures to
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