Sleepwalking my way through life: "Well, maybe being eaten alive."



"Well, maybe being eaten alive."

There's nothing worse than being in a deep mood with nothing deep to say.

Well, maybe being eaten alive. But nothing else before that.

Yeah, apologies for the previous post. No idea what came over me except for a profound need to say some things that will be relevant to all yet none.

Nothing to do. So watch me sit and vegetate.
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