I miss having the nerve and mindset and color and tempurature to write on this silly page.
I miss having the proper ingredients and the proper amounts of said ingrediants to make a fucking sentence.
at least a punctuated and gramatically correct sentance made with the neat words and bells
I'm going to run around the corner on FIRE.
I'm going to be a weather predicting dermatologist.
95 IBU's injected straight to the throat.
I guess I loathe nasty German Lager.
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