In the end, we're just animals tripping out and acting strange
I am back from the morning's dentist, I am back from the afternoon's doctor, I have a second booster in my shoulder: I am going to nap. I have been medically instructed to de-stress. Anyone got a spare million and a small island in the North Atlantic? I aten't dead.

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"listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go"
Still too pretty to die, gentlethem.
I do my best.
*hugs*