Pictures are funny. I wish I had something worthwhile to write about, other than the old man speeding down the street in his electric wheelchair while smoking (no, seriously, it was weird) and my slightly insomniac tendencies. I suppose, if there was ever a day to resort to alcohol, in the realm of escapism, I believe this might be it. Not in the depressing, running away from internal problems through inebriation, but just a nice chemical relaxation, and a goddamn cigarette at 2 am. That might be nice.
photosphotosphotos.
photos.
a bit creepy, no?
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