The holidays in this city are taken to another level. I think the meaning behind them has been lost long ago. It is very apparent to me that holidays are an excuse to get drunk everyday. Watching the people fly by on their golf carts and boats screaming is sadly entertaining.
Slowly, with great hurt, like giving birth to some endless and primeval baby, i sit here and let the sensations spring up, look at themselves and record themselves in words
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