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Just a boy, standing in front of an internet, asking it to love him
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The Vomitorium.
Short, true stories where someone inevitably answers a call from the porcelain phone.
Or does a technicolour yawn.
Or just chunders EVERYWHERE.
Why? Because being sick is embarrassing, uncontrollable and devastatingly human. And often quite funny.
(or click "Vomitorium." at the bar up at the top)