Over the next hill
Over over over
I drive until
I realize there's no frontier.
Over over over
I drive until
I realize there's no frontier.
posted by Joshua Skrobarczyk at 8:14 AM
7.29.2005
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- Name: Joshua Skrobarczyk
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2 Comments:
There may not be a frontier unless it's a personal one. However, you can always steal other's frontiers. You know, like labenshraum. *hinting toward the American government*
Erm
-boz
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