Here it is, and it's not having sex. Chin up, little red unicorn dragonfly, there's always tomorrow.
I've been sketching out long, insane, motorcycle adventures in my mind lately. Depending on how grumpy and/or sickofitall I'm feeling at the time, the squiggly line on the mental map grows, shrivels, and stretches into outlandish lands.
Ever get the feeling you're cutting off your fingers to forget about a headache? Yeah, I don't know what the fuck it is I'm on about either.
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