Monday, May 18, 2009

ranting vent ... spam

re spam: too bad it's automatic - there was some solace in thinking that while i am in sweet slumber dreaming of gentle waters and warm sunny breezy days with pink lemonade writing witty and profound text - they, greasy slouthful slow-bellied creatans, were pounding away blood-shot-bleary-eyed under intense florescent lights into the wee hours of the morning kept awake by eating stale pizza, soda, doughnuts and coffee and their efforts measured by the dull thud of their numb swollen digits as they descend on ever an ever shrinking keyboard ... i'm ok now - the pen has done it's work - to my dreams i go - will now bring them into today and give them life :) :) :)

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