In A Manner Of Speaking

[ilovethepain]

At one point I woke up from whatever dream I was in, in the daylight hours or not, I noticed that on my paper I had scribbled various things I could not recognize in memory: "Seize the day, the shell is crooked, but the day is ours! Nosey run and boiled caffeine stew." There others are even less sensicle and a lot less legible

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[immune]

My internet definitely went out last night.