Happiness is a warm gun...
I'm restless. Again. My skin is too stationary. I don't want out of it, I just want it to move with me. Inside, I'm jumping, rushing, running, screaming. I move. But outside...outside I'm still, silent, bored. Bored? Life is so short, so transient, so vibrant. What is there to be bored with? But what else can I be, when it
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