hello. i remove my glove, so that i can smoke this cigarette. yes, the unfiltered kind, because my lungs, and every other internal organ in my body, are made of titanium. however, eventually i put this glove back on. i slowly take a comb out of my inner jacket pocket (no one keeps them in the back pants pocket anymore) and i style this hair one more time. until the next time. then, in accordance with the wishes of my master (and coincidentally, psychotherapist) i put these gloved hands around your neck. i'm pretty sorry about this, but is isn't my fault.
this hair made me do it.
ok.
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i'd love to know what's in the bag as well. severed head perhaps? hair products?
enjoying your blog. you of the constantly deep thoughts.
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