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Short Face Bear

Mayor of the Second Grade.

Sunday, November 30, 2008


I don't know what the bills cost, but they get paid. I don't feel the pain anymore, but still there is a teaspoon of sugar to help the medicine go down. The agoraphobia keeps me home.

I fear, really, mostly, my own mediocrity. Tomorrow will find me, as today did, glancing from windows: knowing the world will not know my name.
Posted by milk the old clown at 7:22 PM

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