pointlessness

Sometimes I catch myself gazing at my own reflection, transfixed and awestruck by my own beauty, often reducing myself to tears when I glimpse an insight into it’s destructive power. In the morning, after I’ve sobered up but still with the dregs of a hangover within me (and affecting my judgement), I will try and get a whole bacon and egg sandwich in my mouth before swallowing. I usually need to employ the use of my thumbs and palm but I’m not often unsuccessful. It’s not (probably) a pretty sight, and it’s not something that I would recommend you do on a first date, not unless you think it’s really important to show the real you.

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