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[pinkingspiders]

Sometime around Christmas Eve, wandering over  the cliffs of Brittany and its emerald waters in the Christmas cold, I happened upon a large bottle of alcoholic Cider.  Early in the rainy morning after a few hours of kicking my feet against the grasses and sands - I drank it to the last drop.  And for the past seven or so days my lips haven't left

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[oversaturation]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh soon, baby, soon. my arms are waiting.

[a_tilted_bottle]

i had this dream last night that you died and it was your birthday. and everyone knew you were dead but me. and so i brought a cake to your house-- you lived by the woods. but you were dead. and i had an anxiety attack when i realized you wouldn't come to tell me if you were in heaven or hell and that i would never see you again.

so don't die, brendan.