i ate a curry wurst and drank some glühwein. children high on cotton candy ran like squirrels between my legs.
i could tell it was cold but I couldn't feel it. whatever pills dealer-dieter gave me yesterday are working their magic, making me numb like a junkie.
where am i, and where the hell am i going?
duh, i am in berlin heading back to Los Angeles; my hometown of pearly white smiles that never reach the eyes.
these pills do something to my guts. i gotta go potty ... AGAIN!
You don't need no damn diet pills. You don't need diet at all.
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