Whatever happened to 1995?
This forum for communication… isn’t any longer. I don’t have a solution.
Not so long ago I remember being stuck in Brookings on Highway 101, watching the overhead fan spin and spin and… now I’m here in Chicago, headed soon for Salt Lake City.
What the fsck does anything mean? Fscking hell.
There is no connection between me & anything else, no connection, no connection, no connection. I am a miasmatic, I am autausmatic, I am plebematic.