http://www.furiousnads.com/2006/11/for-miles-and-miles-and-miles-and/ You're furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You're furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don't give her water. You're furious. Thu, 04 Dec 2008 21:59:46 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5 http://www.furiousnads.com/2006/11/for-miles-and-miles-and-miles-and/#comment-311 mellex Tue, 28 Nov 2006 05:08:21 +0000 http://furiousnads.com/2006/11/for-miles-and-miles-and-miles-and/#comment-311 You know, I recall when I first got contact lenses looking outside and being shocked at how green the leaves were -- the crispness of things in general. Details I didn't know I was missing suddenly shockingly clear. You know, I recall when I first got contact lenses looking outside and being shocked at how green the leaves were — the crispness of things in general. Details I didn’t know I was missing suddenly shockingly clear.

]]> http://www.furiousnads.com/2006/11/for-miles-and-miles-and-miles-and/#comment-310 mellex Tue, 28 Nov 2006 05:07:45 +0000 http://furiousnads.com/2006/11/for-miles-and-miles-and-miles-and/#comment-310 You know, I recall when I first got contact lenses looking outside and being shocked at how green the leaves were -- the crispness of things in general. Details I didn't know I was missing suddenly shockingly clear. You know, I recall when I first got contact lenses looking outside and being shocked at how green the leaves were — the crispness of things in general. Details I didn’t know I was missing suddenly shockingly clear.

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