Fuel your imagination.
I HAVE SOME FOOD IN MY POCKET. NOT THE EDIBLE FOOD, THE FOOD YOU EAT. I HAVE SOME FOOD FOR THOUGHT
YELLING AND SCREAMING AND FIGHTING PART IV
Our battles are repetious,
if not broken poetry
and maybe that's the attraction:
that you're as self-absorbed as me.
Apart on est rien.
Ensemble on est trop.
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