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So yes the next time I decide to talk about poetry at quarter past three in the morning I will slit my wrists.

Anyway there was a problem with the print so the movie was not showing this morning. And I fucking got up early for it too. So I saw The Two Towers again instead. I enjoyed it almost as much as the first time around, so see prior thoughts with more to come later.

Author davebushePosted on December 27, 2002

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