"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."
Friday, October 06, 2006
By the way I smoked a cigarette just now. Which I do once in every 3 years. Because my lungs are too sick to smoke regularily. But sometimes I just need to smoke, or I'd run out of the world. God, I wish I was somewhere else.
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