...I came out of the fog; a great coma to which I swore I was doomed...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
The first words beyond that of the obligatory type
have yet to affect me as completely as they have the potential to and we exchanged so many bright ideas I'll be here contemplating you till the cow jumps over the moon...
To be conscious of my consciousness is an ever-streaming enthrallment of mine to which I devote much time to its spectacular speculatory components the like, whatnot and such..
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