O heavens!
My eyes are closed but my heart beats off, ticking ticking and a final kaplub. I may not realize the sanctuary of the events that have just occurred been but I realize that what I just said maybe be a hipdasherie. When will I ever make utmost sense? My eyelids are tattering and tweeting around while my retina hidden under said eyelid is bleeding profusely orange mint cream scented glue. The eyeball itself, or the iris, has an asphyxiation attack and needs jumper cables from her moms lincoln towncar parked on the driveway.
And then! OH GOD!
She didn't even buy me a pack of cigarettes to thank me.
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