maybe it was just the day that my mind found some cushion but maybe if i stick with this i might just be fine fine for a little while without all my complexities controlling my actions and my words
due west i'll catch a breath i will sit in the bitter air of dusk up on some bourgeoisie lake front property and figure this shit out make sense of all these directions devise some brilliant master plan
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thanks for the box of lies you left on my front porch last night
we drank merlot while walking in our bare feet upon the cobblestone path of early summer gardens in the evening sun when the air was douced with fireflies and warmth.