...since when did i move to the fucking suburbs? those Foundering shitbags took me from that pleasant plantation location to a fucking suburb. i can hear these motors' hemming, hawing, motoring, and chomping from all the way down here in the cellar.
i was up all night working on the damn flag, then twisting and turning in my sleep cause a some stupid dreams, and i wake up to resume my stichings and a minute later i gotta hear this damn racket of a machine?!
it's getting me all kinds of flashbacks, fucking left and right.
i would even go back to AMsterdamn. with this kinds of waether...
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