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Accidental.Harold Berman has never liked hospitals. They smell like sick people, the food's terrible, and if you're not careful, you'll get an eyefull of some old man's rump as he wanders the halls in his flimsy little gown. He's done his best most of his life to stay far away from hospitals and dentists alike, but today, he can't really weasel his way out of it.Accidental.
No, no today is, hopefully, the only day in his life he will need to be in a hospital. Because today is the seventeenth day of the ninth month after New Years eve. The ninth month after he and Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd got way past tipsy, and did a few things he hadn't ever imagined
| I'm a horrid artist. Most things in here are just things I find mediocre and have decided to post. |
| Things which please me. |

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What is art, the artist or the art?
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"When choosing between two evils, I always like to choose the one Ive never tried before." -- Mae West
-- Pity the dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac; he stays up all night wondering if there is a dog.--
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Let me die for rock 'n' roll.
Let me die and save my soul.
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Weve watched while the stars burned out,
And creation played in reverse.
The Universe freezing in half-light.
I adopted a Razputin Aquato chibi from The-Den.
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