Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I want happy things, but not in excess or then they become boring things.
I want a record player. Everything sounds so much more crisp and lush on vinyl.
I want a great girlfriend. Everything can become great when you know someone loves you and is always thinking about you.
I want a consistent, reliable drug dealer. Everything becomes magical when as soon as you get money you can splurge on enjoyable items.
I want a pair of Shure headphones. Everything becomes a real life movie when you mix awesome sounds of music with a boring, too realistic lifestyle. Fuck the reality when you can be magically dreaming. Bye fucks.
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