Yao yo. Went to school, left early. Met Jen25, went to sleep. Met Johnny, went to lift. Met Luigi, went to hospital. Met Monika and Muffet, went to Indigo. Met Jen, gave camera. Went home.

I need to get inspired. (And look! not as many words! Fuck yeah.)

           lifting

shop           

Me and an accomplice walk into store that holds desired product, in this case, spraypaint. Some knowledge of where you are lifting from is required: exits, employees, blindspots, and security. My appearance is casual, clean and fitted. We walk into the store, quickly glancing at the security guard and scope out how many cashiers are working. I grab a basket and place a plastic bag within it. We walk into the aisle, the accomplice then looks around to check for workers and tells me when I'm good to go. My heart races as I fill up the bag with the items, one by one 'till its full. Half way there. I walk towards an exit, placing the basket down and pulling up the bag at the same time. The switch is complete. I walk past a cashier and a security guard, trying to cover the bag with my body, "Thanks, have a good day." I say. We walk outside, a smirk on our faces. We'll be back.

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