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Monday, June 15, 2009

1 and a half hour, prowling around.
mission: to get the helmet. (to death do us part)
spotted, d at the backyard and so on, so forth. (bad)
scary, very scary.
of course, helmet recovered. (what a relief)
seriously, no more a second time. i could feel my heart at my mouth.

my lips like sugar. da double dee, double dum.
what you feel now, what you think. to be real.

moon pie boy haha!