Compound Mayhem.
One day I woke up and I lived in a compound. It was not a dream.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Late at night under the fluoros.
Hey dude,
Have you checked out our tree lately?
You mean the one delicately framing my head?
There's something I've been meaning to tell you.
It's your turn to clean the BBQ.
Sorry I'm busy with the ipod.
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