December 1999
mr.,
i suspect there’s business a brewin’ in the bak woodz. geez. it seems like this quarter will never end. hour after hour…i have had so much time to study for finals that i have had plenty of time to do other things like eat and sleep in a sort of spacey, nervous anticipation of things to come. space age. the new millionium. all that millioniums — all that messy, messy meals. hot meals. mcMeals. uncle messy with a hot rockin’ holiday deal. hot fist, fisty sister…twisted fister. aarrrgggh.
picking me blisters,
hot dog
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