On my tombstone I want it to read: "You never knew the real me."
I got secrets nobody knows about.
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.
Monday, June 30, 2003
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