It's 6 days after the last Thursday or maybe it might be seven but who even understands the concept of time. Time is just time that's all it is. If someone tells me I'm late they are lying because time means nothing and nothing means time.
Listening to the lightening seed on absolute radio is pretty dire, not that the music is bad it just doesn't give any importance to life, nothing's certain to quote the song to be exactly.
Fuck off Andy bush
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General FictionAbout a young man named James. A fucked up yet privileged childhood. 4 ex boyfriends and a very forced ex girlfriend. Constant depression It will be covered in a sort of straight from the mind platform, it's everything that he thinks off that is...
