Aloha.
Not much to report. Squelch in the blender in Hawaii. Debating peyote. I'm so utterly sane, I can't stand it. I long for madness. This sludge brain quieted by lamotrigine, longs to move at the fast pace of old. But alas, the race car brain ever ends in sanitary splendor in a comfy psychiatric ward playing ping pong.
Smoke my claw horn wee haw! And we'll all sing songs like Ding Dong Daddies from Dumas.
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