Summer 2015, not my best time. My head hurts, full of ideas. No energy, nor the will to execute them. They feel like shiny, stone-cold marbles, moving and grinding, inside your skull.
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Summer 2015, not my best time. My head hurts, full of ideas. No energy, nor the will to execute them. They feel like shiny, stone-cold marbles, moving and grinding, inside your skull.