I hord words like small children hord candy.There's a document on my hard drive with a completely unrelated name and it's filled with bits and pieces of other people's writing. Some of it not meant to be kept, some already imortalized by song and worn out by endless radio replays.There is no back-up. If the computer were to crash, I'd have nothing.
I can't type on the actual webpage due to the new version of internet explorer. I think this makes me a bit angrier than it should
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