Moose Snot
The smell of burning bridges.
The memory of smoke
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Damnit all to fucking hellfire.
Last time was one, solitary spot. I didn't wind up counting it. This one is not that, and I am forced to restart the count and I swore and swore and swore.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.
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