Dear God,
Put a little mmph into this one for us all. We all know there’s a wig there, but like brain metaphors and millennial-intellectual lawlz. Are we fucking around here or just getting drinks? Who’s maze is this, again? And just when there were sandals, now we’ve Yankee Candle shops filled with Chuck Taylor shoes that look bootlegged from Glacéau smartwater®, in a throne room of breweries, slurping mother’s milk from goblets of opportunities lost. Feeling like you’ve actually won. Oof, and all the time you’ve slept; only two more hours. But people shit like that. Living room toilets next to the cutting board and kitchen sink. Bed across the room, separating the microwave-/fridge- and washer-/drier-combos. There are no walls in here. Just a window.
Directional,
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