on medication you see so much... not because the drugs get onto you.... but because you lie in bed and think a lot.... i found scooby doo on the ceiling over my bed..... i have half fulfilled dreams of things i wasnt meant to have right now because of my fool-hardiness.... my body aches.... yes, yes... this is a complaint piece of telegramme-like proportions.....
"Holy crap dude! They've killed Kenny!"
"The Bastards!"
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