This is the time of day when I sit and talk to the computer and avoid my own mind.
I need a life, BIG TIME! Maybe I can find it in the park where I left my sanity last summer… I can never remember anything I need to survive… woe is I, but then again I hate self pity… I cannot remember my own trail of thought, what was I saying again?
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;O *CRUNCH*
...i just ate your head...
...i just ate your head...
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This is M3
[[Falling are our Fleeing Feet]]
[[Falling are our Fleeing Feet]]