I have not the want nor the wont nor the need for my current supply of blood. I got angry at my veins today. They foster a weak form of life. Crude in their intake and consistency. The humour in the whole situation is because of my pathetic oil, I cannot muster up the energy required to do something about it. A transplant would be great. A full
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Gorilla love fo lyphe.
*kissy face*
-Shaye-
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