Mon. 12/10/73
...I feel really bad about D.CapricornC. because of what Aries has been telling her. I don't understand either of them...
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- Jimmi Blue
- Call me Jimmi Blue. I grew up in a small town (a very small town) in S.E. North Carolina, in the 60s and 70s. As a teenager, I fantasized about Glam Rock and living at Max's Kansas City. I wasted my life daydreaming and playing rock and roll. This blog is a post card sent on my way to Oblivion.
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