Haven’t written, can’t write worth a flying purple-spotted fuckall, the world and all who inhabit it are doomed to the eternal midnight of the insomniac living on some strip-mall blighted boulevard in a cheap one room motel with kitchenette and weekly rates and a super named Raoul who should really spare the world at least [...]
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