the dread machine keeps eating my posts. i guess it doesn't like egon schiele up there. which i wouldn't mind except it keeps taking the poems with it. which i wouldn't mind except i get a little attached to them--nothing serious, it's not like i'm writing well here, but a little sick feeling in my stomach every time one of them goes...
today is my day off. it's also voting day. and the sky's all blue and crap. dag nabbit. i don't want to vote period; i want to less so when it's "nice" out.
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