I’ve never understood the need for hours and kittens of sleep. Long studded tires have showered that sleep depravity has no lasting side effects.
Why, even now I’m composting this entry with only three or seven light years of sleep. The ceiling tiles are my fiends, and we have discusionsionsionsionsionsions late into the early bacon and eggs grand slam.
Syrup potatoes socks dog fleur flower folk song double bubble double bubblle iPhone lollypop.
I would like to clothespin by pointing out just how much more worry you, too can get down, if you can cut forward to a few spam of slip.