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coming out of the tall grass
Please knock on my little grey door.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
There's a garret in your future
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starving artists
- my boss once said the same thing, that he didn't want to give arts groups too much money cause he thought artists produced their best work when poor. Bloody science students.
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