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It’s the 12th of January and shit, seems like I’m already off to a bad start.
Let’s see,
Three deep hits of mimosa sugar concentrate in
Listening to Warren Zevon Keep Me In Your Heart For a While
Sky Daemons or Weather Men dumped a few inches of snow on an inch of ice
One of those things not like the other, any one of those things. Trampled by turtles is like all of those things. It’s 2020, looks like a good year for finger pointing. I just became irrelevant; how liberating!
If I keep it short and sour it won’t run into February.