Just real bloggin hours only. If only people could sail a mile in my yacht. If only they knew the struggles, the troubles, the trails, the errors. The PAAAAAIIIIIN. Long draws on non filtered cigarets only remain. This is my sorrow. This is my passion. This is my glory. This, and this only, is my final will. To succumb to the dark bewilderedness of agony's midwinter triumph in autumns sorrow. Begot not the worry of summer night's sweltering heat! For am I to be forsaken by thee?

I WILT SHALT THINK NOT!

-RS

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