Freitag, 20. Juni 2025
I'm trapped in a shitty apartment out of necessity, where the main tenant wants to get in every day, every day he wants to get in. I throw my food in the trash every day for fear of being poisoned. I throw away the sugar, the coffee, the toothbrush, the toothpaste. Only the toilet paper remains. I throw everything away every day. Just because of the danger of poisoning. Where am I safe in this shitty country? I've been living in insecurity for three months. The key isn't mine.
Nonetheless, there's something foreign invading my body, something my immune system can't identify, or let's say, yet. Maybe I'll die and wake up in three days. Or maybe not. It all depends on magic and miracles like 2002, 2006, 2009, 20012, 2018, and... The vmat2 line is weird, isn't it, you fucking bastard Nazis?
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