Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

More than a potential script idea: after work, I was (and still am) willing to barter my immortal soul for the girl of my dreams. If 35 rolls around and I'm still single, I will seriously go through with it.

Oh, like you wouldn't.



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