ankle itch. sniffle. thumb crack. ankle itch. cough. chuckle. strech. roll up sleves. sniffle. swallow. facial itch. again. toe crack. attempted finger crack. ankle itch. sniffle. swallow. back itch. arm twitch. sniffle. sniffle. foot itch. sniffle. i wish i could breathe
Karl Marx, i love you. But tonight, you were wrong.
in reality, things happen as farce and then as tragedy.
my favorite part: devin: I HATE LIFE miranda: devin, do you realize that we all hate each other devin: okay, what we need is a lot of rope, and a tree -- wait, i found a tree -- i call getting lynched first
i'm waiting for the world to break apart and reveal something dramatic, awe-inspiring, and simply exubertantly exciting. that's what i want. i want change to rival a river, flowing and incessant, constant only in its lack of consistency. i am in love with the concept of a river. "louis loves big ideas..."
the blister on my left thumb is a symbol for the nagging but slowly ebbing forces that i am all too eager to forget. just think of the scars i'll have
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