dunno, really.

Rudolph Cartier - Anna Karenina (1961)

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dunno yet, told ya, fuck it.

boredom, sickness, sadness, anxiety, bulimia, sublimation, what the hell with all those… fuck it, it’s all over my head. ad lib.

What’s next?