i physically hurt. i feel like screaming profanities.
what would you do if you saw your future ending? haha. laugh? because you cant cry.
i gave my fatdog a bath. cause i didnt want to do anything else.
"i think i'll go home and mull this over before i cram it down my throat. at long last it's crashed, this colossal mass has broken up into bits in my moat... it's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when you know we should fold. on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped and all the whole mess of roads we're now on."
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