Well, I'm just still very energetic.
I'm only a little low on sleep.
I'm getting drunk with my parents.(trigger)
I'm contemplating the I bet workings of the universe. I'm sinking in poetry.
Someone tell me they have read "prelude to bruise" by saeed jones.
Post apocalyptic heartbeat for the omg you get me, my heart just stopped, can I stay here forever win?

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