heaven and woolworths
Monday, January 01, 2007
poop poop
This year I must move. I must start to move and keep moving. I must keep moving.
Last year scares me: no movement, no momentum. Nothing to report.
Another year of last year just would not do. Years of last year would be the death of me. Seize. Congeal. Ossify.
This year I must move. I must.
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