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Mar 2017
"You know that time--it's different for everyone--when it gets so late that you start laughing at your own terrible humor? When you get buttery?"

"I mean, I'm talking about when you're home alone and making that 1am macaroni and cheese, and one of your precious hairs falls into the near-boiling water... So you quick-as-an-ice-ninja reach down and pluck that piece of blasphemous fiber from your brew of sustenance while shouting 'DANGEROUS PLAYS'"

sigh

"And then you toddle on over to Jell-O Pottery thinking you should sling your half-kneaded clay in people's faces."


"Goodness gracious."
Oh beloved, it is sorrow until you return to me.
Darkly
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Darkly  28/M/Wisconsin
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