«And one night I woke up in room A007 and went straight to my desk (so fast I almost went at it), opened a notebook my mom had left me on her last visit when she threw a full good box of Honey Crunch cereal down the sink, one of the many drug companies’ giftsContinue reading “More honesty you don’t need/more of me repeating myself repeating myself myself myself”
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