worry and peppi salad bar dudgeon

ferment ferment my soul is on fire.  Its really a lot to ask so I won’t but maybe I will, will, will it to be, because its not.  Its nothing really nothing nothing other than this (which I have brought to show you, but why?).  We can fly around and scatter pieces of us to the edges of the world where nothing is happy until you make it up to yourself through calamity opening itself like a can of tuna which my cats will soon devour.  Better to just nod and smile.


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