Wednesday, July 11, 2007

ing is max and john

Sitting, listening to ing.  

The computer hates it when I type that.  Keeps objecting to ing.  Spell checking ing.  What -ing?  Put something in front of it!


The music sounds like I feel.  Kind of far away and close all at once.

I'm not sure where I am, and I'm not going to move an inch until I find out.

darn, some ing fell off my plate.

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