Symptoms of Happy
Naked not nude. I'm a moving, decision making vial, containing nothing but memories that disappear the second i break. I just might be breaking.
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Artist/ Writer/ Animal/ Musician/ Anxiety Queen


It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached. 

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