Please, can someone help me out? I’m pretty sure that I somehow just lost an entire hour somewhere.
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That Gum You Like Is Back In Style
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
I think you may be hallucinating after having inhaled too much of the fumes from Nad’s.
That would explain all this green goo.