On Strangers in my Hometown
Last night I dreamt we simply need to realize to love who we live with. Why am I talking about Strangers in my Hometown, you may ask? So... Sometime around last year I used to sing and dance. Yeah, RIGHT. As I was saying... Although it felt more like a dream to me then. I dreamt of a giant banana. This is special, because...
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Monday, May 16, 2005
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