6 hours---briefsteak, space...
Tuesday, April 29
fuckall
I'm weary of all the petty games being played.
It's getting stale and redundant and cold;
A means of entertainment for everyone else.
We lose out.
Or do we, really?
fuck em,
fuck em ,
fuck em,
fuck em all...
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