Sunday, February 1

I SUPPOSE,
TONIGHT, WE WERE ALL SORT OF RILED UP AND HUNG UP AND ANGRY AND HUNGRY FOR THAT ONE THING WE CANNOT HAVE IN THIS PERPETUAL LOOP OF EXISTENCE. I SUPPOSE, THAT'S PRETTY FUCKED UP, BUT WE STILL WAKE UP IN THE MORN'.

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