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I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
… and to think that today began with a comment on much the same topic. I should’ve known this was gonna be an odd one....
Rum. The final drink. These are the voyages of the alcoholic. Their continuing mission: to seek out new conquests and...
Please excuse my nerdtastic posts, I just can’t help myself.