Ok, I can’t sleep. Who’s got the predictions for the week. Throw them at me, I dare ya.
Fake and gay. The tell was the lamentation of lost licensure. Fun read, but juvenile and freshman effort. It takes many years to perfect proper larp slides.
My tinnitus is bananas, and my spidey senses are tingling. Sleep is for the dead.
I enjoy my torment cold turkey. Haven’t found anything practical for relief yet.
The only thing real in the photo is the ship.