I got into an auto driven by a maniac. Ofcourse this maniac was the only one who would give me a ride. He zipped and zoomed past blurry objects without a care in the world, refusing to allow me to meditate on the plagiarism scandal. Now I dont have anything intelligent to say about the role of the packaging company or genre literature.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
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