little to say, lots to think about. in the real world, another close call. no hospital. just the magic spray. passed out, returned.. oh how i love thee. fast forward 3 days........ thoughts, swirling. like red & white carnival ribbons dancing in the breeze. if you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time. best fucking love song ( Read more... )

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unproductive day... without chat to boot. what did i do? no one knows for sure. feel drained for no good reason. sluggish. not so unusual nowadays but negative nonetheless. no fab to be seen which seems to indicate that he wants to play cat and mouse again. i can do that, havent we played that game all along? perhaps hes trying to punish me for ( Read more... )