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ever dumbening it's just a rootbeer, for fuck's sake. and it's not like you've been watching movies hour after hour, day after day, year after year. you don't have to—in fact you shouldn't—hold so fucking tightly to this peace you've carved. it'll shoot away, an august-ripened beijing grape leaping from its skin. it's almost as if you need another stretch in new orleans to learn again how to fuck up, that it's okay to fuck up.

run or don't; eat or don't; sculpt or don't; fuck or don't. just don't shit the day away thinking about it.
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