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My eyes don't seem to be healing from tiredness, as they still feel droopy and weighty. I blame it on the onions.
Oh and White peaches are ever so yummy. Like a burst of thick and soft and melting, sweet-smelling clouds.
And the rain is brain-coloured.
And the thunder sounds like something remembering something.
-- Stan Rice
Oh and White peaches are ever so yummy. Like a burst of thick and soft and melting, sweet-smelling clouds.
And the rain is brain-coloured.
And the thunder sounds like something remembering something.
-- Stan Rice