<p>A man walks into a bar. He's not doing well. His wife left, his house burned down, and his car is quite literally, a nitrous fueled forklift.  If this isn't hell, I don't know what is.</p>

A man walks into a bar. He's not doing well. His wife left, his house burned down, and his car is quite literally, a nitrous fueled forklift. If this isn't hell, I don't know what is.

Gibberish, A Language For Monarchs

I smoke a joint on my couch and talk to myself. That's it. Don't look for any deeper meaning or anything. Is this content? I don't know. I will not acknowledge this if you bring it up. I will pretend like I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just let it be. Ok, I'll talk to you later. I hope you're doing better.

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