'you see, I'm scared no one here will look for me again..'
So much is up, Zonk. You know me. I'd never use an exclamation mark unless it's really called for, on account of I hate exclamation marks. But I must run now. I'll be back in the night to tell you all about it. Bye bye.
I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display.
It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.
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