It’s hard here where people have their own little solar systems of needs. I need a glass of whiskey with some dilution, so I can explain myself better to them. May I come visit you after? I swear I won’t be a bother. I understand if you don’t want me there. It’s the whiskey, isn’t it? You needn’t do me a favor, only if you really want me to. (and I say to myself, there our solar systems collided)
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
It’s hard here where people have their own little solar systems of needs. I need a glass of whiskey with some dilution, so I can explain myself better to them. May I come visit you after? I swear I won’t be a bother. I understand if you don’t want me there. It’s the whiskey, isn’t it? You needn’t do me a favor, only if you really want me to. (and I say to myself, there our solar systems collided)
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