fucking a, what jay said.

i mean, MEEEP!!!

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Before I ate that last piece of moldy rye bread and happend upon the secret woodland entrance to LanaLand I was living under a bridge and boosting top 40 CDs to pay for my then seemingly terminal paint-huffing addiction that made the voices commanding me to kill all who make fleeting eye-contact with me on the street suddenly become a chours of angels doing opratic covers of the greatest hits of Black Sabbath. Now I wear only the finest silk clothing and am adorned with beautiful golden jewelery from head to toe. Thank you, Mrs. Land, for making the unfathomably loathesome parade of embarrassment those who never found that oak tree call life miraculously transmorgify into the glorious spectacle of ultimate fullfillment, enlightenment, and fruition of humanities highest aspirations.

i love this woman......i got to know her too little, too late; she did that damn moving thing.......
but, lana, your wisdom has stayed with me.....your words have helped me during the trials that life has presented to me recently....thank you. thank you for not only your wisdom but for your kindness and for your honesty.
xoxo