somebody searched my name on google and got here. i don't know who. fess up. i won't get mad...i just want to know who the hell did that, for my own peace of mind. sign the guestbook.
time to go fix old, old entries that i thought i'd fixed...
i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through
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