Somewhere in the twisted jungle of my mind, the children's song "No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed!" morphed into "No More Monsters Lying in the Bed!". Huh. Apparently someone had a disturbed childhood.
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Originally Bruce, Leslie and Zak's e-journal, this blog mostly houses Leslie's thoughts and musings as she struggles upstream in the spawning stream of life. Or at least that's the way I see it -B
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