Big plans as you can see. I found my zippo after much, much searching. Pocket of a disused jacket, of course. Music is Goodbye Horses and Metal Heart, because, frankly, why not. When I sing Metal Heart, I have to drop my voice so so low to make it make sense. Curse my limited vocal range and utter lack of talent. Early forecasts point to shit getting out of hand, and who am I to argue with forecasters. I love you nobody.
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