alas
I feel as if August the fifth or fourth watever, should be marked by something other than my intoxicated fingers, rambling incessentaly through the black little cubic keys on this board. In fact, I feel like i missed it. You know, waking up, facepaint on the stomach, empty bottles and it is something like 3 15 am. Funny innit, the nights that you
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