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contours provocations
journal - 2001-07 - wed 2200 My masterpiece! I wrote a fab entry about an hour ago. One that would make angels weep. One that Shakespeare would envy. I revealed the meaning of existence. I indicated how to woo any man. And I disclosed how to look like Brad Pitt. BUT then I went to the bathroom, returned and the computer farted wiping out my masterpiece! PAX!
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