Now I remember why I haven't gone home for a holiday in 4 years. What a living, seething seizure foaming lumpy nightmare. This isn't even home, just some place I agreed to show up.
Me and the fam fam la la
do not
get along
at all
and we never ever ever have, not me to the left or her to the right and then back around. I think we should stick to our once or twice a year for a weekend routine and leave it at that. Whatever it is we thought we would someday get out of one another is stuck further in a swell that if you puncture it to get to the pulse more and more byproDUCK ewwww eewww and I get more and more cruel and you get more and more quiet and I get shit faced and start throwing shit around...oh yeah her. Whatever, Get me back to New York with my shiny new life that I'm planning on leaving in zero minus...
I cannot wait
to smoke inside.
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