Sorting Smoke Squeeze

Today was like the most dreadful day in my entire existence. I ought to create a site to squeeze my artsy happiness, my random insanity and my egotism affair. I honestly feel stupid about someone nagging with my habit which I consider to be my long term adventure of passion.

What’s up with that? I just like crapped out the hell out of me today and felt like I needed to bargain my norms and proceed with my submission of drowning myself with a cigarette.

I know it isn’t such a good way of releasing my stress but it feels like sorting trash from my mind.

Smoke is dragging.

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