a shitpost that i think a lot about now

"I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST ... I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED"
 - shovel2-deactivated20151204

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