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Friday, September 15, 2017

thoughts of the fucked up morning

My best day ever is one in which I’ve got some money on my food stamp card and a little bit of weed. Fuck it, you only live forever in my world, where all is aligned with the preternatural forces associated with the last dawn of man, where the time has become the way of the world, here we go again, into the light, where all is bright, and out of the darkness, where our laminations were still seen as being the new order of the foreshadowed dawn. Here we are again, where we may believe anything.

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