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Yesterday I woke up hung over at 7am. I was tired, hungry, but afraid I was going to throw up my insides and choke on my intestines. So I took a walk down on the Jersey shore and amazed myself by it's disgusting beauty. I just walked and thought about everything while writing "New Jersey Sucks" in big letters across the beach. I didn't go near the water for fear of mutation, chances are I'd come out with an extra toe or even a second head. But besides that, I thought about life. I thought all of these incredible existentialist views of it, and now...now I can't remember a thing.
Maybe New Jersey did mutate me.
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