Here's a pictoral essay on my reaction to that first feeling of "holy cheeses!" when I first heard that nasty sound of my bike and car getting torn apart:
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
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I think this image has something to do with the complete nightmares I had whilst sleeping...I dreamt someone was chasing me and holding me down and then when I got to the car, there was dent on the side and the door was open and there was a drill on the front seat...someone obviously targeting me. What can it all mean?
Probably that you're going straight to hell? I don't know, just a gut feeling.
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