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i wish i could find my brother he would love the way this light is cutting through the thoroughfare. such a sense of foreboding but this could be Sandy’s doing, if anything, it’s a red herring. maybe i’m rushing to judgement. it could be a McGuffin either way it will end how it always does. the antithesis of every scenario running through my-fucking-head at a mile a minute. the King of the ****** hers. rarely mine. it might be time to put the drink down.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
October 4am
i wish i could find my brother he would love the way this light is cutting through the thoroughfare. such a sense of foreboding but this could be Sandy’s doing, if anything, it’s a red herring. maybe i’m rushing to judgement. it could be a McGuffin either way it will end how it always does. the antithesis of every scenario running through my-fucking-head at a mile a minute. the King of the ****** hers. rarely mine. it might be time to put the drink down.
rhys-myers
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
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