




But the river is flowing. That's right.
I won't be here very much for the next 2 weeks.
Got a magazine to put to bed.
Again.
But hey, even weeds want to have flowers eh?
So maybe I'll drop by once in a while or so.
I think I'm secretly depressed. As in, it's suppressed, but I won't feel it till 2 weeks later. I desperately need Mentos, or a Polo Lifesaver.
Here's to a complete break from reality. "You'll find me in the next life, if not in this one."
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