Tick tick tick
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the echo of wind in the shutters, tumble weed blowing lazilly through the town, dorrs flaping idly in the light air... Yet another day with no activity in the SB
Morality is indistinguishable from social proscription
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the echo of wind in the shutters, tumble weed blowing lazilly through the town, dorrs flaping idly in the light air... Yet another day with no activity in the SB
Morality is indistinguishable from social proscription
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You could turn it into a blog... though that may kick you out of the soapbox altogether lol
I thought you had to be an angsty goth wannabe or an overweight gamer with a t-shirt that doesn't cover your navel living in your mom's basement to have a blog. Guess times change. Damn kids with their new fangled things like electricity and wheels!