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How comforting. Checking yourself into a hotel with your two favourite bitches, Ginny & Voddy. Comfort in accepting that your life is meaningless, but you go through the motions because that's how it is. My eyes are open & I astral project so that I can watch myself rot from the outside in. Room service & exponential blood alcohol levels. It's a lovely feeling, that.
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