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when we're old and near the end - Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
mellowcandle
mellowcandle
when we're old and near the end
5000 words. I'm almost done. Maybe I'll have it up for some prelim feedback by the end of the week.




(Also, have I found a new song for the playlist?)

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Current Mood: determined determined
Current Music: come to me--goo goo dolls

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