Friday, October 06, 2006
My youngest son Rory and me in Alaska, outside Anchorage. We got there just in time to see the annual migration of the witches tit.BRRRRR
I dreamed I died. I saw the faces of those who mourned my passing. Yours was not among them, which made me sweat blood.
My youngest son Rory and me in Alaska, outside Anchorage. We got there just in time to see the annual migration of the witches tit.BRRRRR
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