Random thought
misery in the past does not entail unending despair. After all, how the hell are going to own the world?
Locked at 3443, self inflicted. If you happen to have spotted me, the dementors were probably distracted. I drink poison in unimaginable amounts to keep this life rolling.
misery in the past does not entail unending despair. After all, how the hell are going to own the world?
coffee spilled by
confusedself
at
08:51
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