a lot of times i don't update. but you wouldn't know it unless you were in my head. my head is somewhere you could lose your carkeys and they'd never be found again. i swear that makes sense.

cold. leaves. bugs.

cold.

hands.

cold hands.

stinky sewer.

they pulled up the duck and left only the donkey.

tattooed men on too-small bikes.

cold hands. wind.

this is going nowhere.

jeez.

i got nothin.

blugh.

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