Annoying.

Every time this happens I swear it's always raining. Like the sky has some personal agenda to wash me away with the times. Or perhaps it feels pity and wants to blow kisses to relieve the pain from the newly installed ventilation my body received. How inconsiderate, my cig' might go out.

I'm starting to get used to this little routine of the massaging pellets, be that vertical or horizontal. Just gonna' close my eyes and take a little nap...

...then pick out these pieces of lead still lodged in my chest. Perhaps put them in an envelope and return to sender.

Lol some pretty neat-o art that I got from the ever-so-talented zombieD from furaffinity

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