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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Quasars and quarks. "My house is your house (auf espanõl)" Bill called out to me as I walked away from his quaint little Lawrence house after a nice Sunday morning circa summer 96'. He certainly was a gracious host. "Dr. Fingers Schafer, the lobotomy kid, was a long gone nemesis...no. Need to worry about him." Several years before a ticket exploded on a Greyhound bus to Bocomo and a paper thin universe ripped irreprably. The Wind is You...the wind is you; with you we fly I am the wings. 7yr bullet lft wound (bullet travels quantum slow shredding flesh inecspicbly with excruciating complexity7)

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Look im busy. I dont know if and when i will reply. Sorry if my post offended. Life is strange.