Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I had a feeling of impatience. Standing somewhat, the dilution of the value phenomenon, swallowing overdiluted coffee, spicy acidity like stomach and intestines boiling, drinking in pain, screaming heavenly high, the answer is always the same, it is possible to get out of this prison oh well, you must be a person against the currents.

I just noticed this feeling, some deja vu hunch, and this in my previous life, um, turning my consciousness to clearance like there was a satchel, and daring to improve is covered in some sort of foggy morsel.