Sit a bit, squander a minuet, blow a raspberry at reason, slip a mickey into the highball of honor, give a finger to control and cash out at the window of chaos, pop a cork from a bottle of fear, pore values down the stream and hear them scream over the falls of anger, fight a foe you do not know.

08/26/2003

Posted on 08/27/2003
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