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Apr 2020
I throw a sock at it but it starts hissing at me. Let me eat my Cheetos in piece.
My eyes look up at the van Gogh, a beautiful portrait of a corpse, like me.
My head is groggy so I lay down and sneeze.
"You will be forgiven"
Yes, as long as there isn't a jury. To be good, you have to be fast, and sadlly some will get left behind
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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