there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle... and I sit back and I smoke my
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but i dont smoke ciggs any more.
for a month so far.
its difficult.
i never talk to you anymore either.
its pretty sad.
woot
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