July 26th, 2009

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"bad cats"

Sprockets, who doesn't believe in nanometers, or in my dad and brother, donated two exclamation points to my left hand late yesterday afternoon. Like my urges to cut other vehicles off in traffic or turn the lights on in the kitchen, I have an urge to wrap the whole hand in gauze and await the dramatic reveal. The fucker who's always calling shit out from the back row about cop cars and collagen proliferation of course had something to say.
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