Last Supper...
I purchased to pairs of ring dings...
I have grey sweatpants on, pulled up really high...
...I have modest dreams...
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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Lai - things have hit a fever pitch around here - I'm jumping the sinking ship run by insecure myopic tenured monsters whose only thrill left in life is from sqeezing dead meaning from dead books and the life essence of your friend Wookina BUT NO LONGER - I'll be relocating to Moscow, but not before I come to visit you in New York in mid-July MY FRIEND - hang on yourself out there, it will give me - in turn - strength. Jump before it sinks! I'll loet you know how this crudely-conceived strategem pans out.
Another note - I bent to internal stadium pressure to redesign my little blog design so as to look a little darker and a little less generic templated - OH VANITY! - do let me know what you think, if nothing else than to reprimand.
until nyc july -
wook -yesh - on still with some brightness in his eyes............
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