I love hard liquor. I feel like i'm a tourist at a national park and I'm taking a great look from a birds eye view at my own mistakes as water eroding the Grand Canyon. They're nothing but a beautiful landmark to me. Everything is behind a few dozen layers of indirection!
getting the intended after hours (1985) experience by having a woman overlay homophobic abuse directed at me at random points throughout the film
he has to have been everywhere by now!
YouTubeim bleeding out in a parking lot that i mistook for a body of water making haunting and sorrowful calls
Feeling particularly loon today
i do not believe in rest or mindfulness or being kind to myself if there's a hole i cannot work and stress myself out of i die in it plain and simple
Loon
Grebe
Bittern
Thrush
Quail
All Pistons Firing All Barrels Loaded Full Neuroticism Enabled Complete Freudian Retention Engaged Let's Die On All Levels Possible
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