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i feel like an old man in his dying days desperately searching for some meaning to his existence.
i was almost going to end it there. i've decided not to convey the rest of the story i tried to tell earlier. i've read it over and over and it basically sounds like some stoned rant. and scouts honor, it wasn't. it was a sober rant. no wonder it was so god damned lame. i think i'll end it here.
i was almost going to end it there. i've decided not to convey the rest of the story i tried to tell earlier. i've read it over and over and it basically sounds like some stoned rant. and scouts honor, it wasn't. it was a sober rant. no wonder it was so god damned lame. i think i'll end it here.