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And Stopdog's talking food. Everything's alright with the world.
I've been in an absolutely foul mood for the last few days. I have no idea why.
Golden showers... Ugh. Stbx wanted to try it. I said Ew! Nasty! No way! He did it anyway. Bastard. Sorry for the TMI...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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