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Yeah, i'm a travelling man...
I wasn't gonna write nothing but i thought a great reason to write would be
to opine about Karen's version of "Jack's Valentine." i thought it was the
greatest thing this side of moving out of delaware, but then again, i don't
think she can do anything wrong. granted, there is the familiar feeling with
linford "rapping" (ok, so he doesn't rap, but "rap" sounds so much cooler
than "the spoken word rendition") sort of a friend of your aunt's who is
always at her house and offering to cut the lawn (i have no idea what that
meant, other than you know it, but you don't necessarily like it or think it
knows a lawnmower from a hole in the ground...), but anything karen murmurs
is fine by me.
i saw some of you there (at least i think i did, but maybe i'm just reading
descriptions and saying...oh yeah, i saw that guy). I was the one smoking
like 5000 cigarettes (not at one time though, that's a party trick) and
looking like i ran into some tough luck somewhere along the way...red hair,
cracked glasses.
and thanks to that jeff bird guy, 'cause i just picked their trinity album,
and it's alright (i know it's two words, but sometimes that just doesn't
convey)
tim
"but i know when i look at the rock held in the cup of my hands, i understand
certain things which had been previously hidden. one of them is that i have
not been able to contrive even the smallest change upon this stone."
billi havarti,
cycle of stones
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