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Current Mood: Gone somewhere
-Who knows what to think anymore? I do. I think; "I WANT MY GUITAR!"
Simple thought, yes? When I get it, then what becomes of that thought? Does it turn into something else? The brain cells dumping that thought into the garbage bin of my brain, busily recycling it into something else. Like food. I'm hungry. I'm getting something to eat.
last modified Dec 29, 2003 at 18:13
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