Ok.
In the grand tradition of beginning a post to the journal with an exclamation, so we begin this exercise in futility. I've spent the better part of this morning reading words that I thought were lost. I am a verbose creature, and frankly I'm surprised that the words don't come easily.
Exercise in futility, indeed!
Thus, we begin. In Naptown, it's a very pretty day. I'm not quite sure why I'm looking through a window at it, but here I am in Spiff Chair doing just that. The windows are open, which are a mixed blessing. I get fresh air, and also fresh noise from the assortment of crack whores and drunken old black men that live in "ghetto building" next to me.
Hrm. I think I'll sit back and wait for inspiration to strike. In the mean time, I'll toss up a bunch of shit from the past for your perusal.
Ciao!
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