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- Jan. 12, 2020, 3:24 p.m.
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It’s the 12th of January and shit, seems like I’m already off to a bad start.
Let’s see,
Three deep hits of mimosa sugar concentrate in
Listening to Warren Zevon Keep Me In Your Heart For a While
Sky Daemons or Weather Men dumped a few inches of snow on an inch of ice
One of those things not like the other, any one of those things. Trampled by turtles is like all of those things. It’s 2020, looks like a good year for finger pointing. I just became irrelevant; how liberating!
If I keep it short and sour it won’t run into February.
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Athena ⋅ January 12, 2020
At least there’s turtles.
haredawg drools Athena ⋅ January 13, 2020
Yes, and it kind of feels good to get trampled by them, like hundreds of tiny masseuses