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Theres things I remember, things I forget

What better way to start spilling my insides out onto a cold aluminum Mac keyboard than staring at it with Counting Crows in the background? As if some modern age form of osmosis would just take root behind my cerebella cortex and snatch anyone of the 99 intriguing thoughts that keep me awake at night and staring at the ceiling until 3am waiting for clowns that never come.

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About whitebreadlife

Uncompensated Music Critic, Roller of the Bologna and Two Ears and an Opinion. I have successfully spawned on 3 Occasions. Set out in the cold to die, I live amongst the stars.

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