keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails
<< Thursday, Dec. 13, 2007 - 8:15 pm >> all i ever think of nowadays, now that you are really gone is those snatches of surreal conversations we had, in corridors stuffy labs and studios with enough insulation for a skinless polar bear. "what do you want to do, in the future?" membranes and paper cranes.
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