Why in the whirled whirly birdie of life’s nuts do you expect anything out of nothing anymore. There is no creative spirit. Everyone I talk to is dead inside. I am going to join them if I am not careful but how to do that.
All is lost. Audit the damned fed.
Why in the whirled whirly birdie of life’s nuts do you expect anything out of nothing anymore. There is no creative spirit. Everyone I talk to is dead inside. I am going to join them if I am not careful but how to do that.
All is lost. Audit the damned fed.
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