Hell, it's good enough for my grandpa, it's good enough for me.
I'm tired. I can't sleep. Inecessant thoughts born from a long dead era. (What an era it was though.) And to try to slow those thoughts into oblivion, thoughts from an era much longer dead. Logically settling on a future era not yet begun, when he dies and I'm draped over his coffin crying while his parents glare at me, (even though I tried to stop
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As far as the Pacific northwest, what if I had to kick it on the streets for a minute? I couldn't do that in the cold. I'm too much of a pussy.
And Carolyn's supposed to call me soon, so I'm sure I'll be seeing you in the next few days.
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