Soul meets body.

Its the name of the song, not the title of this blog post. Its way too bloody kinky for me thankyouverymuch.

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'Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station

Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations

So they may have a chance of finding a place

Where they’re far more suited than here

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I cannot guess what we'll discover

We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels

But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s

And not one speck will remain'

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Is it normal to be incredibly jovial at four thirty in the morning?

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Changed blog skin, not too sure if im happy with it. Got kind of used to the boring black of the last one. The fonts too small, ima try to make to make it bigger. Now in retrospect I wish I hadnt changed it, but sadly there really isnt much more to do at bloody fourty thirty in the morning is there?

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Still jovial.

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Mucho grins to the world.