dear wankers:
it's fucking snowing. do not linger in the doorway of the fucking coffee shop for ten minutes trying to decide whether you're gonna come in, holding the door open the whole time as you deliberate over entry.
fuckers.
my world became a maze of metal plates, and logic gates and opiates
it's fucking snowing. do not linger in the doorway of the fucking coffee shop for ten minutes trying to decide whether you're gonna come in, holding the door open the whole time as you deliberate over entry.
fuckers.
@author Lepht @hr 11:20
categories: learn it you morons
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