RJ Brudenell (azoth) wrote,
RJ Brudenell
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about the twelfth



Yup, I guess that would make me another year older.

The morning of January twelfth, 1977. Five minutes past three. Or thereabouts.
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  • The Void

    Life moves on, life stays the same. At least the tea remains good.

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