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sneezing from cats and a room reeking of death and decaying pond-life. more psychedelic music and a sugartooth from hells tales. warm cold warm cold, the weather and the couch donkey-punching my back while i sleep. 3 months and i need to move again. 3 years and i need to reprove to myself that i am not an moron. i need a job. i want to pay income tax. i can't work off my own will anymore. i want too much to tolerate having nothing anymore.
i'm going back to my broken city with no horizon to realize myself again.
i'm going back to my broken city with no horizon to realize myself again.