woke up with mornin' glory then sat in front of the PC! i heard the stomach barkin' so loud that i can't hear the sound blastin' it never make sense at all every corner of the room was covered of wall! eyes cried for a rest; the mind run out of test! stoned throughout the day... reckless along the way! if that PC can talk, he'll goin' to run instead to walk..Birth sign: Taurus
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