the latest in a long line of snack-fueled babbling literally reflecting the intense longing or cavelier apathy (with the occasional parenthetic ambivalence) born (or perhaps borne) of impulsive self-satisfactions and periodic boredom, but most of all, the eternal flame of hopelessly hopeful romance (or something like that)...
yeah, anyway, every day something happens...
mostly bullsugar...
narf.
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