It just kills doesn't it?
In other news, if things don't go the way I plan in my life it WAS for lack of trying.
I'm fucking aggravated.
There are so many compelling options, all of which involve the metaphorical middle-finger.
I digress and that is my point.
Peace and love and love and love, or so one would hope.
Hope is a funny word. Usually it implies being fucked with no recourse. So you count on fate or luck to fight the battles you can't.
Right? Right?
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