Friday, December 18, 2009

bend over fixed to shoot and breathe hard in metal suits

not feeling well lately. every little ache and pain and muscle twinge has me thinking i should be at the doctor's office.

where's my replacement body? it must be held up in customs because of the holiday rush.

if i don't speak to you before the year end, and i probably won't, have a lovely time and do all the things you were told not to do as a little one. make it a naughty holiday to ring in the teens in proper style.

adieu 2009. i shan't be sad to see you go.

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