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i drank a lot of coffee this morning and i want to run around. no one is here to play with me. fuck i hate the snow, it hides the bears so i can't see them until they attack. fuck, i'm going to get eaten by a bear in my own living room. please not before my 21 birthday. i want to get drunk right now. i haven't left my house in two days, i am a recluse. a fucking shut in. and a slut with no one to be slutty with, so cancel that statement and just believe in yourself like a beautiful bird in the shadows of a tall building. machinery vs. nature is the greatest crime on earth, and frankly, man kind is losing every second that we do not spend with our families. so raise your glasses and poor a shot for your dead homie. drink a toast to me, because i will drink to you until i am dead.