themidnightcafe☂ and then they woke up and realized the entire century was a template and breeding ground for fakers. they poured out whatever they were drinking. they sat around on roman couches and siberian rugs, rubbing their eyelids, smoking pixie sticks and never feeling the same.

1. Dear forces of evil, world, the things that come in my way and the growth of lies:

I will

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- yours truly, the winner.