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Saturday, September 11, 2004

Insomnia

Curse the evil drink. I have the sultry words of Maxy Jazz spinning in my head this morning.
What hope is there for me with such gluttony and vice staining my soul? Curse you, Perignon for my suffering.

Posted by linz at 6:19 am

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