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i love my new laptop. i love my clean room. i love him.
i walked down the blue ramp of pathetically played renditions of pearl jam to find that the color i was sporting was for no good reason at all, i traveled back what seemed to be 23 moments taking note to every gesture of retardity and glimpse of regret before throwing all forethought away to listen to the cliche sayings of a popular new pop star and forget true feelings for ones that fill voids and give every breath comfort of newness and false acceptance. its all like a large, overpriced bottle of descent smelling perfume.
i walked down the blue ramp of pathetically played renditions of pearl jam to find that the color i was sporting was for no good reason at all, i traveled back what seemed to be 23 moments taking note to every gesture of retardity and glimpse of regret before throwing all forethought away to listen to the cliche sayings of a popular new pop star and forget true feelings for ones that fill voids and give every breath comfort of newness and false acceptance. its all like a large, overpriced bottle of descent smelling perfume.