What's A Gurg?
Choking on miasma but still spittin' hubris.
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Dinner is green beans with margarine and garlic salt.
There isn't a local noodle stand run by an old man who speaks a language I don't understand that I can go to.
That I'm aware of.
It's a big world. And I've been... distancing myself from it.
I'm okay with this.
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