Hakuna matata? a tuna potata? I have these horrible worries that scare me so much I think the despondent compressing of my chest will suffocate me to death. Fear of the future; regret of the past; vascillation of the present; I keep trying to push them away but it's like eating a chewing gum when all I really really want to do is brush my teeth.
so let's have a chuckle for distraction from this failed repression
and a little light-hearted lusting ....
.... CAPE ....
.... WANT ....
.... CAPE ....
.... WANT ....
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