sneezing from cats and a room reeking of death and decaying pond-life. more psychedelic music and a sugartooth from hells tales. warm cold warm cold, the weather and the couch donkey-punching my back while i sleep. 3 months and i need to move again. 3 years and i need to reprove to myself that i am not an moron. i need a job. i want to pay
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love from brandon
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this is all, for now, my favorite fleeting thought.
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love from brandon
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