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Scott Francis Baker


January 5th, 2004

There are an average of 800 alcohol containers per mile along Idaho roads @ 04:25 pm

I looked out the window and I saw butterflies flying and it reminded me of my dreams of one day standing in the sun.
 
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From:ferrell
Date:January 5th, 2004 04:53 pm (UTC)
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In my cell I sit; cold, dark, alone. Withering in my despair, I search for solace.
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From:muerte
Date:January 5th, 2004 05:00 pm (UTC)
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I weep for your darkened soul little sparrow... Fly... FLY!
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From:potsie
Date:January 5th, 2004 05:35 pm (UTC)
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CACAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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From:gorgonous
Date:January 5th, 2004 06:52 pm (UTC)
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Go ahead and weep for his soul. Weep for his soul in your sympathetic little conformist world.
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From:gorgonous
Date:January 5th, 2004 05:39 pm (UTC)
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A tree falls in the forrest, and I hear its cracking screams. They fill me with sorrow.
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From:taramea
Date:January 5th, 2004 08:58 pm (UTC)
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Good luck with that dream :P

Respeck?
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From:muerte
Date:January 5th, 2004 09:39 pm (UTC)
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Sticky children without unicorns make me weap for their lost childhoods.

Scott Francis Baker