oh. this sounded beautiful. you also write a lot. i guess. if i could just wait for you at the airport and see that beautiful smile. but you have a picture of that so its about the same thing (not really). sorry i dont wait my turn. hey i mixed some cacao into my snus pouches. i notice no difference. lol. the sky is grey and it hasnt been that for awhile. i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul (not). i once knew someone who did postapocalyptic art. no not mr felix. someone else. she lived in some desert(ed place). this poem reminds me of a story she had. she didnt have any of her many cameras that time. her site is still up last i checked. she used the name rykthia. its on deviantart. im playing runescape again. its cold and lonely except WOAH ITS WARM INSIDE WWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW ^________________^ i should rest more. and walk along this lonely road where theres this girl whos skinny and uses a backpack. and other people walk it too. tumba is beautiful. i guess.
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