He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver.
And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
I'm being held in a hell called Bloomington, but they're going to give me a one-night pass to visist my family and friends to let them know I'm all right.
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