I'm swamped with religious emails. My dreams are filled with I-love-you's and beluga whales with crowns. My wishing has stopped and finger tips have begun to buzz. I doubt, but only for one sixteenth of my day and I am enjoying it.
if i weren't so flim flammed id think of something clever to say about how great this post is. so in lieu of wit, we'll just say you're the shit. insomnia is a hell of a drug.
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if i weren't so flim flammed id think of something clever to say about how great this post is. so in lieu of wit, we'll just say you're the shit. insomnia is a hell of a drug.
-K
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