Between being sick and one-legged, the world is now molasses. Back soon. Back with fires. And small little vials of the clearest liquid. It’s dispensary time. Singled out by the pain.
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Between being sick and one-legged, the world is now molasses. Back soon. Back with fires. And small little vials of the clearest liquid. It’s dispensary time. Singled out by the pain.