that was a rough night. I can remember lying on my bed listening to chinese music with my eyes closed and having wuxia nightmares of thousands of jiang-hu underworld masters flying through a bamboo forest and wrapping long scarves around trees. the ravi shankar was accompanied by middle eastern carvings that flowed like water. I got scared and got up to try and comfort myself with the internet only to be struck by the worst feelings available.
the mr. clean picture is still funny though, and I intend to stick with that idea. I'm just blogging to blog, so I'll get my digits out of the blig before something weird comes out of them.
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