i am standing at the bow of my ship staring out over an endless sea of lonely nights spent shuffling back and forth shuttling and listening to the endless clamor of the highway. i am trapped here because of the fat-assed motherfucker sitting in the seat in front of me who reclined full tilt and stretched his sausage arms with the pork rind knuckles
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come to san francisco and we can smoke infinite cigarettes into the night. missandloveyoualways.
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