ONe of these days when the anchor is not set and the barb is released from my cheek I will pedal again. I will sleep under bridges, eat little debbies, and wear the same clothes for a month. I will have no assignments due, my bike will not run out of ink or dick space, and I will stop to SMELL the roses rather than dissecting them to look at at their collenchyma cells.
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Your breakin' my effin' heart...cheer up, emo kid.
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