Nov 6, 2002
I will spill no wine before its time.
I'm coasting on promises that everything will be all right. With the government in the hands of the Republicans, I'm certain that doom is on the horizon. A big ugly doom with extra holsters for its guns and a bandolier of alternating rounds and severed baby heads. How can a girl smile on a day like this?
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