There's a kitty cat, circa seven weeks of age in my house. I knew driving home from open mic night it would be here and I was giddy to find it, though, litter box and cat food out, some eaten, and after looking hither and tither it cannot be found. Perhaps behind underneath a couch somewhere? I don't know. I didn't look that hard. I hope to see it tomorrow. Goodnight. I'm in love with you. Sleep so very well. Peace, love, happiness. Kisses. Sex.





Babies.



Death.

tree smokes some great weed, I think.

i get tree... weed isn't really necessary

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