Day 1121. The trees have accepted me as their king and suspect nothing. They wanted me to think about something serious, so I thought about the time I bit into a peanutbutter cup and it turned out to be mint. That flavor catfish fuckery gave my whole year the fade in one bite. I’ll never trust a damn thing that looks sweet again.

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