Wednesday, October 2, 2024

 Oh my god 

holly moses mother of god

I am sleepy and I am a fragment of reality


Ah jesus

.

I drink so much red wine

I have to lay in my bed


I hope I can go to the plasma donation center in a few hours


The end 





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