  I'm tired and can't type - had fun today, though. Thanks Conrad, for putting it all together. Toby/Scar seems to have a claw oriented version of Social Anxiety Disorder. If you guys would get that whole don't move/breathe thing down, I'm sure he'd love you. And I didn't *say* it, so it doesn't count. ^_^ Caramal Apple lattes very good . . .and make Dead's hands tasty. Fatalistic is the new video game - chop, kill kick, kiss.
This makes sense, no? And I hate that teacher.
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.still, and a lot. He's an invasion of my privacy!
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.I don't think that was what I meant. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice. -Walt Whitman, Song of Myself 
