Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Boarding on a vessel, ALW knows she's at the edge of her fictional death..."The plane, lets be sain". Pop a valium, down a rum, soon the fear will be gone. ALW, wakes up and theres still 5 hours to spare in the smelly cylinder...what to consider?! Draw, or murder...finally paper and pens leads her neighbour to a better end.

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