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"...It's like.. you go to the beach, go down to the water.. it's a little cold, you're not sure if you wanna' go in. There's a pretty girl standing next to you.. she doesn't wanna' go in either. She sees you. And you know.. if you'd just asked her her name, you would leave with her. Forget your life.. whoever you came with.. and leave the beach with her. And after that day you remember her.. not every day or every week. She comes back to you.. as the memory of another life that you could've had.. Today is that girl..." Currently reading: bitch-ass html in the vague attempt to make my background work Listening to: Allister - I Would Walk 500 Miles Thinking of: the fact that my damn background won't work -*-*-*- 19 Sept 02 that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual improvement to leave off eating animals.." -HD Thoreau
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