Feed it a buck or it'll just play on random.
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying
The sky is unbroken and opaque today, humidity knitting up around us. It feels far away from the world's obiter dicta.
I'm going to try to stay right here for the time being.
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