Trippy Flavored Wound


The other day a small dog bit my hand. New years eve was beautiful. Wondering if Napoleon is a good name for a baby. Still prefer excellence over mediocrity. Connery was so hot in the first three Bonds. Too much tragedy in the world. Her breathing while sleeping. Cold dark walk at 6am. Hangover game of darts. My grandma’s birthday was the 13th. This is the middle of the decade. Time for Kundalini Express.

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