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[thisisadiana]

My brain tries to stretch out and touch both sides of my skull at the same time, then collapses inward from the effort. A frustrating need to produce some work of art, and my only tool lies bloated and fat inside my cranium. A man made of mostly beer-gut, sitting in a room with the blinds drawn eating Cheetos and sipping from a Budweiser balanced

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[barcodegurl]

This post it itself is the art, though you probably know that.

I miss you!