SPACESPACESPA April 16, 2003 - 1:35 a.m. my time
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Fade In-- birds are singing, the sun's shining,sauntering down the street on my way back to work, belly full of satisfying lunch and damn good coffee, all is well. . . and then. . . waves of panic. What the fuck is that? A Paxil moment? Oy vey, I can't deal with this kind of jackassery. In fact, I refuse to.However, I have willingly succumbed to my obsessive-compulsive ear-cleaning.
As an international law, children should never be given cake, candy, cola or any other food-stuffs containing sugar or caffeine unless they are in their own homes-- let their damn parents deal with their high-pitched giggling and shrieking because Auntie Rissy's having a Paxil moment.
� � Ris 2003 - You steal from me, I hunt you down and torture you with a belt-sander. | |||
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