My existence the last couple of weeks has been a bowl of emotion spilling over onto the kitchen floor. It’s getting the best of us. The laughable thing is i am getting into war and peace so heavy and sleeping less my reality is mixing with life and literature and dreams and i am over emotional about issues be cause of the trauma the Russian prince dealt with when his pregnant wife dies, and Whitney Houston wouldn’t let me have a shot of goldschlager. a man can only take so much.
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