But Infiltration does. I’ve been jealous of the courageous urban exploreres for so long… there are so many sites that I’ve wanted to explore, but for some reason I never feel, I’ don’t know, allowed.
Kind of weird, now that I think about it.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
i don’t want to go there
Tuesday, Aug 19th, 2003
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