We played with the lights, and made ourselves blur. We ran along the fire station in laughter and joy. Then I knocked some shit on the wall and cut myself. I tore my beloved shirt, and I had a cut om my arm like one kind. It's about 8 to 9cm long, it got the ever-stoning Stelliyah hyper and high. My my what a sadistic girl she is. Luckily there was a medic among us, it was Double X. She helped me clean the wounds and then I felt better. My arm was numb and I felt rather funky. Good funky.
It is hard to pick the right name for Baptism. In need of help and guidance Dear Lord, show some signs please, thank you!
P.S. There is a picture of a rather smug-looking stonefish that I would like to put up but being a good friend, I've chosen not to. So you better be grateful and take care of the injured boy, ha!
"Sweet Potato Sweet Potato, Half-Peeled Sweet Potato!"
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