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Sunrise and sunset are my excuses and I am a product of my environment. I swear it's the onions cooking downstairs. Cholesterol pumping through my muscles and tendons and it has never been what I wanted. Why don't we get out of here. Maybe go somewhere sane, somewhere warmer. I want to roll down the window to smog and rotting flesh and all those things that make living such a great place to be. |