2006-04-27 - 2:52 a.m.
It's coming back like a staggering colossus. Like a gangreene barbeque. Like a belligerent stepmother. Like an overdue asskicking.
All we can do is just blindly hold on, like lichen on stonehenge, like plaque on a tiger shark, like rust on a race car, ten years later.
It's been a long week, someone slug me in the face, I need to sleep.
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