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06 January 2003 @ 12:59 am
Thanks for nothing, eighties...  
Zen is like the fist, full in its surprising emptiness.

And that's how he leaves me time after time.

Besides, you can only hold hands when they're empty.
Mood: insightful shminsightful
Music: Frank Black - Hang on to your Ego
Alek Traunic: snailalektraunic on January 6th, 2003 10:30 am (UTC)
squints eyes and stares at you sideways

q: when you coming to nyc?