really pointless post
Self-pity sucks.
It needs to be kicked farfarfar away.
I’m not unrealistic. maybe just a few million galaxies away.
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Sick afternoons are either spent sleeping or watching monkeys play in the tennis court and plot their next food-stealing expedition.And then the rain comes,bringing the shrouding mist with it, and chases them all away. back to the forest, to play among the trees again.
so ends the month of august.
