today i handed in my paper. my brains will never be the same. probably for the best. i think that paper is the worst. ever. this blues too.
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one ought, every day at least, to compose a fine piece of 'blues' ~jonnie purple
today i handed in my paper. my brains will never be the same. probably for the best. i think that paper is the worst. ever. this blues too.
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