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Apr 2015
Leftovers from a party complete with drugs and drinks,
squares and queers.
It was a good mix.
Video games and ****** antics.
First to wake from the strangest dreams;
I'm just cleaning up a bit.
Something to do before I rescue my keys.
(They're currently being held hostage.)
I think we can save the graham crackers,
but there's no hope for the chocolate.

I really love it here,
have I ever told you that?
This untouched land smack-dab in the middle of all these
tourist traps.
There's enchantment here.
The buddhist temple down the street just makes it complete.
One morning,
when we're all bleary-eyed and hungover,
we should go meditate.
"Do you have any idea? (This kid has no idea,) NO IDEA how many boxes I have with your name on it!"

"That's the biggest malo I've ever seen."

"I just want to play your piano. Really, it's the only reason why I'm here. Can't I just play for it for a little while? I'll play softly. SO SOFTLY!"

"Is that an Ayn Rand book? Throw it in the fire!"

"Let me know if you have any more questions (name.) I'm here for you. I'll be here all night."

"Don't mind me, I'm just having some fun. I took some mushrooms earlier. It's nice to meet you."

"SO MANY BOXES!"

"You're cute. Hey, do you wanna get married? Let's go get married right now. **** coming back."
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
(36/M/Japan)   
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   Alin, ---, --- and Arlo Disarray
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