There is a weird thing that happens when you live with someone. They are no longer a stranger. Yet all of their strangeness becomes longer. That's what this is - with all of this black... This is strange that you sit here doing this, watching, creating, painting, sleeping, surfing, creeping, twirling, leaving absent minded comments, and audio trappings. Dirty little droppings. Why? Who are you? that you do this blog shit is somewhat mind blogoling to me. So. I am on my computer and you are on yours and we can surf the web simultaneously and not talk even though we just ate a very nice dinner together. Strange.
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There is a weird thing that happens when you live with someone. They are no longer a stranger. Yet all of their strangeness becomes longer. That's what this is - with all of this black... This is strange that you sit here doing this, watching, creating, painting, sleeping, surfing, creeping, twirling, leaving absent minded comments, and audio trappings. Dirty little droppings. Why? Who are you? that you do this blog shit is somewhat mind blogoling to me.
So. I am on my computer and you are on yours and we can surf the web simultaneously and not talk even though we just ate a very nice dinner together. Strange.
That audio is fascinating
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