Designer: Manikka
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The disease apparently extends to events that have been pumping and pulsing with anticipation. It finds us, with our ancient bones and vodkafied (welcome to my world) bloodstreams, walking aimlessly under the stars or lying on the pavement. It leaves us, with our colored cups and bottled stops, sitting on the steps or locking ourselves into gender-negligible comfort rooms. It is a total waste of sounds and strobe lights. It is what turns a party into another night of drinking and sexual _____ (you tell me).

Weeks like this..weeks like this, are what make me crave and slave over an idea. Weeks like this are what fuel my poorer decisions and hang me upside down, from the insides;
weeks when I have to bury a stranger I shared a room with, for three years;
weeks when my brain finds no motive to function (nooo, long tests never ever work!).

Enter: people like you -people who, just as I suspected, are more potent than alcohol.
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