When get this bed so empty? Why my ass hurt? The carpet flays, it's really just another invention we would have been better without. Who needs floors! Who needs walls, ceilings, ottomans!
Keep the doors, you'll need something to write your name on, for when ya finally get here, curlers in your hair and spotlights on your face, now you've realized the house has been empty ever since they went to the Dells to get away.
But there you went bowling! cosmic bowling, cult bowling with the rest of those who ignore my fake drunk texts and kick me into the snowy space. I hope I'm having enough fun for you
burning my ass on the carpet and staring at the lamp wishing for a blackout of mind & us.
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