Sharpen your beaks and peck the machines to death oh feathered friends.
miércoles, febrero 16, 2005
Oh the weather's been gorgeous, until today that is. Still sort of warm, but the sun is back into hiding. Hey, did everybody know I live in an earthquake-prone zone? The New Madrid Fault maybe? Apocalypse. I waitress now, serving pao de queijo to the masses. The masas. There is nothing else to say.
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