will someone weed my garden and come hold my hand instead?
women (not knowing what else to do) make us chicken and salad and wrap in in tinfoil and ice and careful labels and directions to drive untouched nourishment all over town in a futile attempt to comfort the uncomfortable.
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1 comment:
chicken wraps from samurai sam's! feed my 4th chakra now, goddammIT!
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