Time is of the essence as my departure to mandurah is imminent.
Sunday morning, no hangover, no sickness, no pain to impede the mind. The horror of one's own clarity in such situations is more haunting and gut wrenching than anything induced by solutes that have a high proportion of compounds ending in -OH. Grasp at another chance of life hollow soul, flail your arms in the dark, the only thing you can reach is liquid, or solid only until you crush it smoke or snort it. Run coward run! you might as well try, nothing else works for you.
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