Have you ever had one of those days when it feels like the universe decided to put you on its personal blooper reel? You stub your toe on the bedpost, spill coffee on your favorite shirt, and manage to trip over air all before 9 AM. That’s when you know you need a painkiller, but not just any painkiller – you need the ultimate, side-splitting, soul-lifting remedy: dance!
Amiratower, 13th june 2024 – depesche from the painkiller – space
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