It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Friday, September 10, 2004
This is me. I hate this picture way less than most.
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you are so sad my friend!!!! don't you wish your best lesbian friend was there with you to writhe in the corn hell with you? I sure do!!
2 comments:
you are so sad my friend!!!! don't you wish your best lesbian friend was there with you to writhe in the corn hell with you? I sure do!!
Hey there...I posted a comment but it didn't take..another try. Fond memories of you and the Acropolis...glad it still grabs you. magistra mj
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