March 26th, 2004

DW River hair

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My mother's feeding me and my brother multi-vitamins. Obviously she thinks we're sickly children and need the extra help so we don't keel over and die or something. Or maybe she's drugging us for some nefarious reason that has yet to be revealed. I'll be keeping my eye on her.

"The fate of the world rests in his special mind."
"Now, when you say special..."
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