a weekend of debauchery, stuck in a hole where my thoughts became reality lead to a swollen throat, a fever of 103 and far too much C16H19N3O5S. a week later, i am feeling emotional landscapes, they puzzle me. lethargic. a shot or two of jack offers little condolence. one of those times when you don't want to be alone, but you don't want to be
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