Incognito, still...

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

Bitter, maybe

I love writing, I really do but I do it because of that sole fact, not so it can judged and possibly win some prize money, although an extra $1000 dollars in my pocket wouldn't be so bad. Melancholy, oh melancholy why? Some one buy me election on DVD. I hope i'm not revealing too much..
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