Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Crap-a-Rap-a-Wreck (reads: Rubbish)
I party
I find out
I dig
I Excavate
I Solve
RPG made real.
Run around
Rock the town
Crap it up
Live it down
Smack the wall
Feel the fall
It’s over.
Game over.
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