(Finding a place to live in June at the last minute is like taking out an 8g glass spiral before going to sleep and then waking up to find the hole healed down, but, unwilling to admit defeat, squeezing the sucker back into its orifice before any more damage is done.)
(My life is its own silly simile.)
(My life is its own silly simile.)
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we be like A.S. TWO HUNDRED TWENTY MUTHAFUCKIN THOUSAND.
damn.