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doing research, digging digging, deep into the heart, looking for that spark of life. back flips and the earth split with the thunderous slap of skin on water. buuuuurrrrrrrnt & roasted = me. SPF 4000 to avoid melanoma. melatonin to make me feel sleeeeepy. at least you kept from drooling. i know yr jealous of mowgli's adventures.
i feel compelled in a way, and if i hear one discouraging word about it i swear to Odin i'll cut off the offending member like it's a excess flesh. i'm not even playing peeps. what compulsion, you ask? well, that's a secret. suffice it to say that i need to get that garage organized or at least pull a danny boone on those boxes so i can at least get to the studio, which is buried like velociraptors at this point. i know i can't afford this, but i can't afford to be wrong anymore, so i'm just not going to be.
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