She was looking kind of dying and she's

She's all like a woman and she doesn't

Some days I think it's a shame

And again

They're winning and win and losing again. What the fuck?

Sometimes I think it's the same

and the better than losing again.

I got a call it.

Hair's all over the place.

At this point, I'm getting to a situation where I've got this thinning promontory in the front that is separating

like the berm here from this lake of lava in the back.

And I basically okay with my hair as it is.

This is essentially like mid-80s Nicholson and I like it, you know?

I think he looked like a goddamn pimping fucking shining and shit like that.

Witches of Eastwick, come on. Uh, he was absolute king.

But I'm just worried if it keeps going, the peninsula's, the fucking itthmus is gonna wear away.

It's gonna be some fucking global warming-ass sea level rise.

And then I'm in the Kistanza zone in which I get sides,

which I just don't know if I can handle the sides.

I mean, I'll have to if I have to, you know, you have to, you handle whatever happens, you know.

But it is not something that I have yet been able to accommodate myself too.

Hopefully if it happens, it will give me, I'll have enough time to say goodbye before I end up with sides.

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