sperm bank.

a bird walks in on me while i sleep. i remember telling it not to ask me any questions. i don't have any answers. who said it's not okay to not make sense once in a while...your friends will still love you. and hopefully your family wouldn't lag much behind.

i have forever associated chinese burns with reality checks. i don't know why. i wish my mind came with an ikea instruction booklet. then maybe i could get together with some friends, drink some ribena, and eat some cookies and make sense of it.

drawers, elephants, hindu gods and thai chilli sweet chips. whatayy funtasteeknuss. throw in a snoring manish and a cheap indian movie and fun fun fun fun fun fun fun.

oh and red. and i'm talking to chuggi, so bhaloo.

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