First I lost my dog, then things just started to pitch around and I couldn't open the cellar door. I fell back and hit my head and had all kinds of crazy dreams . . . monkeys; witches; short, spineless, heartless men; some kickass shoes.
Man, it was windy here yesterday.
Friday, June 08, 2007
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