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Feb 2019
Hey
what's up ?

Everything is ... not fine because
OF ALL THE TEDIOUS TWENTY
FOUR
HOURS
A DAY
THAT OPPRESS ME INTO THE DISAPPOINTMENT I FEEL FROM YESTERDAY, THE DISAPPOINTMENT I FELT TODAY AND THE CHRONIC LACK OF ANY HOPE FOR THE FORTHCOMING FUTURE AS I FEEL LIKE TO BURST INTO SCREAMING UNTIL MY THROAT FEELS SORE AND KICKING UNTIL THEY FINALLY DRAG MY BEATEN CORPSE OUT OF THIS MISERABLE SANITY NOT COUNTING THE URGE TO THROW UP

because you asked 'what's up'.
Thanks Rotten Boys from Brazil for existing.
Written by
John Horst
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