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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Burn It to the Ground Tonight

Sunday news is the worst. Getting questions
from a hoot owl tonight ladies and gentlemen.

Prove yourself to me, be real with me, be
cool with me, play with me. Roll the dice,

move your piece. Tried to control it, fix
it myself, not speak my needs. The onus is

on us. In the end we played duo no-board
game show secret trust double-card Trivial

Pursuit, final answer is termites, final
answer is pelican. No I actually know, can

make an educated guess. Nope, I was wrong
wrong wrong. Is was and always will be.


2011

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