Returning to the game with Nothing in hand

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Agony lasts more than just a day from the first. Days later and still, the burning question of acceptance and interpretation lies in wait. Ever hopeful of a break through, the hours watch on as the neighbourhood runs to ruin. Success in part, or at least, in the rifle shooting words with an extremist bent. The United States of Nothing, a production falling short of great and painfully the first target subject for the year.

Soon Van - Friday, 13 January 2006 - 05:19

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