i feel like a bag of soggy chips that smell like feet.
this is not bad.
it is ok.
i am ok.
i'm trying to be honest.
is it working, can you tell by my erratic spacing and paragraph errors?
i'm not fucking sartre, and also i'm not herman hesse. i'm also not jean-claude van damme and i'm also not fucking william faulkner. i wish i was.
i am not poor and i am not irish and i'm not living in famine. i am poor though.
i like wine, sometimes. i like to talk to people, occasionally.
please don't fuck up my friends' cars, they love their cars.
please help everyone to realize what needs to happen.
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