nothing. and still more nothing. and even more nothing. nothing.
2001-11-03 - 5:19 p.m.

nothing to say. listening to nirvana covers of meat puppets. tried to climb on my roof, but a big mofo of a bee stopped me. it was big and furry and i thought, at first, that it was a cat. but it was a bee. our across-the-street neighbors got rolled. but it wasn't me. it wasn't me. it wasn't. i got a little bill reusable sticker book. hee hee what little bill says. face to face with the man who sold the world. time to go. time to go and do more of the same. nothing.

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