CHOCO BANANA SPLIT FOR MY SWEET TOOTH.
THE BLOG
Where I express what my temporal lobe recognizes. May it be the soft sound of a dream that my cochlea hears. Or even the scream of a harsh reality.
Today is a bit blurry, as my occipital lobe processes what's ahead of me. Who cares?
I still wanna write it anyway. My hypothalamus might love it at the end of the day.
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