Dear Chernobyl,
It's either I can not sleep or I refuse to sleep, but on a side note I went to church today.
I have so many questions, all of them attacking my brain at the same time. I stared at the pole of a stoplight earlier. It must have been for a straight hour. It was just stained, metal, and consistent enough to let my eyes visualize my thoughts on its ironic surface.
Get it? Metal? Iron? Ironi⏤ ah, forget it.
I feel like prank calling.
It's so late out. Dickheads are everywhere, looking for fresh meat to devour by now.
Toris is probably asleep by now, I guess I'll prank call Felix instead because I don't really care much for that Polish man like I care much for the other mentioned male.
—Наталя
8:25 PM
10/14/2018
on my newly sheet-changed bed
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