once again on the walk home i buy smokes from fatima the kindly turk, who only charges me five because she thinks i'm an art student, and once again a morton house dreg gestures in front of his head muttering, and i just keep walking. and then my lighter didn't work. here's it for now:
finally working on the painting
finally sick of going out
finally able to masturbate to print porn, after a year or so of internet porn withdrawal
finally carmex season
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i need to know the conclusion to the stalker story.
i am coming over soon
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