Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Rolling all night for hard eights
I quote myself-- almost as inaccurately as I quote others. The elephants-- maybe the whole bit about memory where so much is yet to be discovered. After Vegas, there is a smoldering kindle comprised of as frail existence as my father, my friend begins to confront it. What a lousy deal.
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