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moving day by Somatic packing, boxes, moving to somewhere that doesn't have little squirmy things under the coffee filter package oh, how i long for the day when all i find in the cupboards is (edible) food, all i find in the fridge is (non-rotten) food, all i find in the living room is room for living, all i find in my roommates' rooms is... a hallucination. i will no longer have roommates. no strangers in my house, no living creatures, particularly larvae, NONE will enter that purest place except me and the guy that i'm sleeping with.
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