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05-11-2016, 12:23 AM
You are SEVERAL HUNDRED BIRDS IN A TRENCHCOAT, craving a SPONTANEOUS, UNFORSEEABLE, and PREFERABLY MESSY+SPECTACULAR EXIT from the low-key ULCER ACCRETION STATION that is your persona of A SHODDY YET SERVICEABLE FACADE OF ADULTHOOD. You are currently at your work desk.
You turn to the dark recesses of the internet for advice.
You read:
>_
You turn to the dark recesses of the internet for advice.
You read:
>_
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow