drinking, drugs and dylan... the eternal party and a whale of a hangover.

[in_the_rye1]

raindrops are leaking through the rafters. dusty spiderwebs are sagging under the weight. we are all sagging under the weight, all of us. we are buckling at the knees and splitting at the seams. like gravity, this motherfucker is relentless. my throat is parched. my fingernails are grubby and chewed to the skin. what do we call this wilting shadow

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[o__face]

but if it were parallel, then it could make sense. take linear perspective for example. draw your train tracks on the page and connect them on the horizon. when you start walking the road is wide. then as you reach the tops of hills you get a peek at the breathtaking futures and possibilities. the line never reaches its point. you could walk to the end of time and still never touch the sunset. so keep on riding cowboy, never give up. (?never give in?) (?wake up....no......sleep. Yes.)