it all seems simple when its written in backwards parables...

dear diary:

this table has legs like me..

but it has no arms..

i stare into a screen all day...

and then i go upstairs and stare at a different one.

this keeps me calm and sedated and prevents free thought..

thank god...



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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