Reboot

Now is the winter of our, tragic, staphylococcus and B-vitamins_systemerror#
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I am in a place I shouldn't be at time: current, feeling extremely uncomfortable in my own skin, which incidentally is covered in permanent marker (llama with "five legs" and pac-man penis). House, naturally, coated in drunken debris. Such impropriety. Don't tell my parents.

News of the Outside World: Teenager drunk-punch-dead. Taliban peace talks: joke in itself. And North Korea has manufactured another massive metal di -- missile.
So Lennon imagined a world with nothing to kill or die for, no possessions or war?
Dreamer? Tripper. End through violence.

"The spiritual dichotomy: Devil-God. And the inner dichotomy: the child-the man. They're out there in front of the Dakota late one night."

I lied. It's Autumn.