what's up? i, uh, i don't know man. i just wanted to say that, uh, you know, everything's made up. i mean everything's, everything will always be f*cked. can't stop being funky. but i guess we just deal with it how it comes, deal with the humps, take the jumps. i feel like, you're an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhoea. and i love you buddy. ok. bye.
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