Derrick wrote:
Sleepiness is easing its way through the myriad of elusive thoughts into my nice scrotum. The sullen murmurs of vague people talking seem to flourish through, with the occasional tonal crescendos and decresecndos, seeming to form a certain sonata piece in my surreal mind. The swirls of revulsion seems to swing me into the abyss of weariness. I stumbled. I fell. It was there and then i squalled, " WAH DAMN SHACK AH BUAY TAHAN!"
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