I haven't been okay in years. I live in constant torment. My inadequacy, my failures. They threw the book at me, now only Garfield knows when I'm free. I live in a state adjacent to mental anguish and total agony. We are all stuck in a loop of destruction and annihilation, forever replaying the horrors of finite existence. I dream of sweet release, as my body is broken and my mind is torn between salvaging existing assets and relenquishing past trauma. I inhabit a hell of my own making, a prison of my own mind. I feel white-hot ice picks pierce through my eyes and lay to rest within the fibre of my being, slowly unspooling my DNA. I am unable to move on. I am unable to function as a member of this hell upon earth we have created so unscrupulously. There is no escape.

1600 hours in Garfield Cart of all games is far out are you okay?

this guy busted it down sexual style! real good friends with my friend Ben Dover

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