combustibles, are so very yule-tide.

[neverthismemoir]

it's a marathon to outrun the human race, & it's like i've got inches left.

but getting to salvation feels better. something seems to have moved a little bit, like charm, or wit, body language, or some other kind of sanity. sweet.
distancing from others, well, doesn't.

Jonathan Moses;

"because fatties just need to smoke big fatties."
he'll be prez soon, quickly.

-ahem, i know christmas is creeping, and there's no excitement there.
-ahem, i know who's been naughty, and rather nice, & i burned some bridges because of it.

it'srather, warm.
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