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Three posts in a day, ah, what's it called again? Sleepless in the big city? What-bloody-ever!

What's the complement of seven weeks? So many more moments left in this sentence.

Love not, for nothing's precious, trust not, for nothing's sacred, be not, for nothing's true, hold not, for nothing's forever.

I hate the world tonight.

Get through the night. Somehow just get through the Thursday nights. One night at a time? Like Lollipop Joe? Try not to merge. For now we run parallel.

For now.