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He's Stuck At 3:14 A.m. With Only The Moon To Talk To.

My Earliest Memory Is Aged Three, Seeing Sunlight On Water And Feeling It Was Really Magical.

I Spend A Lot Of Time Obsessing About Getting A Dignified Eight Hours' Sleep.

My Ideal Life Is Just Lounging Around The House And Every Once In A While I'll Kind Of Write Something, And Then I'll Leave And Eat Something And Masturbate Or Whatever - Just This Very Fluid Life Of Comforting Myself.

He Breathed Out The Bitter Air That Makes Women Doubt Everything, And I Breathed It In, As I Had Always Done. I Expelled My Dust, The Powder Of Everything I Had Destroyed With Doubt, And He Pulled It Into His Lungs.