get me out of here before i kill someone. why is saturday night so fucking soul annihilating?

these watermelons are made for walking, walking away and overshadowing the monolithic bull gun in my hand that is pointed at the intersection of main and chapel hill street. just breathe, someday you will be dead or they will be dead and it will all be over.

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