

When you open up so much that it's not real any more, it's time to run out of whiskey and go home.
Poetry. Net Trawlin'. Recipes. Pictures. Stories. Linux. Lifestyle.

My paper pinhole camera. It was fun to make and take pictures with, but none of them came out -- they were all grossly overexposed.

I type less letters in a moment every day.
That’s what you told me.
They all say their fingers are flaking off and I see a cloudless sky.
It must be really good.
I feel like I’m drinking.
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