You go off the pot and you go off porn. The head clears and you get things done.
Conversely, my bedroom floor is covered in DVD's. Must go clean up.
I locked myself away in my bedroom. Cancelled all calls.
It's that post-holocost haze out side, so hot it is burning the colour out of life. Everything and everybody has that burning, pinkish hue.
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