Post content.
Or maybe just
sluggish enough
to not notice
the sad
staining away on the counter and sleave.
We grieve
like virgin children holding roadkill, we are guilty of running from cares like house fires... some are found seeking a self digging through the dumpster on thier shoulders, they learn the harfway that there ain't no such thing as spare change,
Everyone had to make their own
Can't borrow or buy it. Nontransferable, although open to copy.
I'm still resting. Mostly resisting this.disgusting being mean eating a man I'm just a meat bag. Then u got other
MEATBAGS being mean and yelling at this meat bag to be a better meat bag. Why should I listen to Meat bags? I never do.
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