about to swallow a fetus whole. pre-spins.
pre-mexicano, post-breakdown
nothing is possible with percocets (summer begins with some holes in your mouth)
learning the hungarian way, the ONLY way. jeeze.
the Italian third degree
metaphorical exile
getting all hot and bothered by ones own hotness.
mid-birthday-shot lovin
"No Jim, Jim! Jim, I mean it."
dead batteries miss capturing the Sky float. tear.
Germany still pwns yew
get out of town
forget sleep for a while
wake up in a tent 3 hours away and make it to work for 8:54am
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