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[new grounds]

maybe it's not really that i'm meant to be a writer, but that i just didn't know any other life before, like when you've been eating your steak well-done your whole lifetime because you consider a hunk of bloody meat to be repulsive, and then you finally take your first bite of medium-rare and you can't believe how stupid you have been.

May 24, 2005 - 5:56 pm

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