My head is going to explode. Take that whichever way you want, but I mean it very literally. Seconds from now, it will be a gory parade with my brain confetti plastering itself to the windows. A pinata broken open by a bat, and some kid taking home my pituitary gland as a prize. Will someone save my eyes please? Sometimes they match the sky...
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