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urbanamazon) wrote2004-10-24 07:55 pm
urbanamazon) wrote2004-10-24 07:55 pm
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My fingers still smell like nickle-plated steel.
I taught myself the bass line to Money today, between clockwork surges of customers and students. On that dreadfully lovely bass guitar.
Dammit, that was the last straw. That thing will be mine.
I taught myself the bass line to Money today, between clockwork surges of customers and students. On that dreadfully lovely bass guitar.
Dammit, that was the last straw. That thing will be mine.