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Seriously, when you're up to your eyeballs in shit the last thing you need is for someone to toss you bouquet of roses. The contrast is just too stark. The sweet smelling roses only serves to remind you of how foul the shit you are currently drowning in reeks. You can only fight shit with shit. Bigger and smellier shit. Ya thats the ticket. Fuck the roses I need bigger shit. Not sure why all my metaphors end up being scatolgically related. Oh well.

In other news, I'm sick of talking. Seriously from now on i'm only engaging in non-verbal communication. So ya.