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I have so many choices all laid out on a silver platter drenched in chocolate sauce poisoned by a cragged witch. They are all terrible decisions. I played free jazz with my eight-but-almost-nine year old sister today. She doesn’t know what free jazz is but that didnt stop her. What is stopping me? I sat in a tree and was high. All the way to the topmost point I could reach while retaining some sense of composure and mannerism of safety. If I could pet November (it’s like “know of embers” for some odd reason to me) forever I would. She was a sweet old cat.
Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
