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A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket, I wrote a letter to my love, and on the way she ran into an old man in a clay suit.
― Orson Wellies (in orbit), Thursday, 1 May 2014 13:35 (ten years ago) link
I love May, May is my month! I'm going to be the most Laurel possible, this month, and take everything in stride and bend it to my purposes. And love myself.
― But not someone who should be dead anyway (Laurel)
Still true. Sniff. And a timely reminder, in all this upheaval.
― Orson Wellies (in orbit), Thursday, 1 May 2014 13:40 (ten years ago) link
nine years pass...
one year passes...