May I go back to telling you all about this small life, or has th Internet circus train left that station? I'm going around turning all th television sets off a minute before credits roll in an attempt to commit th world's first suicide by suspense. I cancelled my afternoon appointment so I could hallucinate to my cold medicine in private. I'm
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Do we give love a pass, or is it possible to go overboard
In other words, how much to tend th garden, how much to let it grow wild
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I love you, Philadelphia. I love y'all for accepting me and letting me be me, letting me make my mistakes, letting me be human, letting me learn from 'em, just embracing me and making this my home forever."
He was smizeless. What's home, anyhow? It's New Orleans. It's th bar where everybody knows yr name. It's th house you grew up in. It's where everybody judged you aeons ago; where you're taken for granted. It's where you're a bored child. It's th location that makes escape inevitable. It's where you escape to. It's where you're skinny in th past and fat in th future. Wherever yr porch is, you sit there and sip, sweet tea in one hand, mojito in th other, and say hi to neighbours from it. Yr dad sits w/ you and spells out truths that haven't aged a day. How men behave. How women behave. How space aliens and robots behave. Yr son sits w/ you and listens and challenges you. When it's yr time, you crawl under that same porch.
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and do enjoy this classic/masterpiece --
https://youtu.be/AlwA5GLBmJM
--mza.
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