would like a six-pack for my birthday.
worked up some stats with hannes.
ate half of this and what do you want me to say yes of course it was good. that's a strawberry mimosa's bottom in the northeast corner.
copied down this song about the soul leaving the body while in bed with a whore. aldous huxley was surely right.
do not include the luxury of sleeping late in my definition of freedom. the equatorial countries don't give two shits about your solstice.