I'm sitting near this thin, magic, invisible wall that divides infinite space into huge amount of frozen scotch mist and a tiny block of a few cubic meters of lively molecules dancing to heater's ecstatic bassline that could sound like this from Myxomatosis for a half-deaf person who I am.
Fuck yeah, I still have 20 unpacked chocolates, 43 gingerbreads and lots, lots of liters of chocolate in solid state.
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