My One and Only Friend…

clearly this is indeed my opportunity to illuminate the pain and/or suffering I am supposed to be feeling right now within my words of art or poetry. it should be time to create a maudlin lil’ senryu of sadness and human failure. but dig, I just want my ID back. and my screwdriver. the rest, you can keep. including your bullshit.oh, and lest I forget, fuck you. you probably don’t even really read this. liar.

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