16mm Movie Night at the shit shack.
Marjoe was the youngest preacher at 4. We watched a documentary on him last night, me and Flame and Jack. Jack sat on the reels after they were done spinning through the projector. I guess they were warm.
I have questions. Lame questions. I tried to put them in some guestbooks, but it would seem that half the time i try to sign folks' guestbooks these days, I wind up with some "cant sign again so fast" message, even if it's been days since I signed that particular g-book. Phooey, I say, as usual.
Where is my cocktail dress?
3:48 p.m. - 2003-09-12
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