My Picnic Area
June 25, 2007
Where I ate before heading into the Prize Beagle studio last Tuesday.
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June 26th, 2007 on 2:33 am
It’s as if you’ve found an abandoned picnic area that the government established to help quell the inevitable native uprisings in Soviet era Russia. Where are the brown, fence jumpers to mow that shit homey?! peace through non-deeds,.twas what granddad always was fond of saying. god bless and enjoy the industrialisation!
June 27th, 2007 on 2:18 pm
my thoughts exactly.
June 27th, 2007 on 9:27 pm
Power to the proletariat. Workers of the world unite!