maandag, juli 19

I killed my dinner with karate



I am mostly busy finding a proper room, finding people wanting me as a homie.
It turns out to be harder than I thought. But, it's always shitty fucky.
Meanwhile, I am also trying to get myself on my feet and running; much harder than it sounds like.

Kisses for zhe homeboys

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