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Mood:
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Watching: Gentlemen Broncos
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Eating: Unhealthy things
Dear Internet Lurkers,
I haven't got much to say.
I love you.
Platonically.
Pretentious art poem.
Oh baby, yeah.
I can't snap, so the Beatniks kicked me out of their club.
So did the hipsters.
True story.
I drank a liter of water in one go yesterday.
I was sort of impressed.
I just want some candy.
And a million tax free dollars.
I'm just writng whatever comes to my mind at the moment.
<3
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My IQ... it physically hurts.
It's okay, you can come be in my club even if you can't snap.
You don't know what this means to me!