I am living in a reality where my pleasures are fulfilled on the side, sidelined and twisted and twined awkwardly on breaths which fuel desire. My fulfillment makes me wonder when my next fulfillment cycle will hit next, when, where, how, why, and even better, or more so. My anger says I'm an alcoholic so i went online to find out why. Well, they will be very happy to give you the answer you didn't know you were asking, before the neuron caught a tear on the side of your mind's eye. WebMD and Washington Health Care Authority care about your privacy. Anytime you want to feel better, press 1. Once I get back, once I figure it all out, please hit me up! I'll tell you everything you need to know and more. Do you want to feel lucky, or are you feeling more lucky than usual? In that case, you shouldn't have expected to feel like shit, right? Or should you have planned to feel like shit so that each potentiate of stress reminds you that you are not quite done working on yourself just yet? Fulfill all of my fantasies, runaway trains, disorganized brains, all at once, please. Slam them all into a tiny little corner small enough to smoosh it out with your shameful serotonin theory. Goodbye. I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, and I turned my phone off. Did you send me any new memes yet? I want to feel good! See you later, baby. I’m feeling good.
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