Sleep has not come natural to me for some time now.
I fear I may never again run in tandem with the rest of gods creatures.
My landlords are becoming increasingly less patient with me on account i have not paid my rent in a minute.
So the time has come for me to use what I have, to make the best of where I'm at.
Papabear needs a new pair of boots.
Jazz, and more of it please.
"If peein' your pants is cool, call me Miles Davis!"
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