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My hijinks are going through the roof while I try to come down slowly sucking on this can of beer. Ginger the space cat has found enemies, likely from other colonies, and is hiding in the toilet, contemplating suicide by drowning. I sit here looking up stupid shit to spend my bitcoins on, half naked half covered in sweat, bruises, scars and blood. I could swear this can of beer is magical, since I am sucking on it since forever. It's fucking sunday I suppose - there was no post. I drag this leaking brain to the kitchen in order to pretend eating something. Some people scream on the radio while I try to put pieces of my phone back together. There's no order of things. Bananas they say. I believe I took the wrong set of pills.