sorry i wrote something about berries, i know how personal you guys take these things, fuckin berries, food food food is all i think about you know that.
you know i have some very choice words for this generation and this world and myself and these words i write down only on corn flakes so i can eat them because they do better in my stomach than they do landing on peoples ears. nobody wants to hear anything they already know, and that's what raspberries are that's what everything i write is. tersely stated items universally recognized. nobody needs to write about that jeremy, well i do i guess. maybe this really is all for me i get a small little idea then i blog about it because i am happy i still have ideas. raspberries. who cares. who could care? 'oh no things aren't real anymore and reality is an imitation of an imitation uh oh' it's all real. when nothing is real everything is real. if a man holds up a bank with a candy bar he is charged with armed robbery. there's no ideal raspberry taste out there. ooops, there is. that delicious blue raspberry. whatever. i'll take it. what choice do i have?
berries
what was i even thinking
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