Fran Posted:

But I had no one to talk about till now… and Smurf didn’t arrive here yet.

Should I just plead insanity and talk to myself?

Here is not a place, but a state of being, not being, cold in the outdoors at night. Trampling softly to a different stroke, the miracle midget is the chosen one, the anti-savior from the fiery pits of Eyjafjallajokull to teach us all the right way to roll the paper. Over, not under.

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