Saturday Slowness
2001-05-12 - 5:30 p.m.

before/after
strangely non-functional guestbook

Last night was unexpected.

Excess was the rule.

My burgeosie knows no bounds.

I am numb. And you know what? I looked at it, and saw that it was good.

Here, Smoke.

Toke of my marijuana delivered unto you by illicit hands,

that everytime you should gather to smoke it,

remember me.

It is meet and right that you so should do.

I've gotta' go...