what silly days of leisure resting to catch up on all I missed as a corporate whore
what silly one-meal days barking from a bridge
gathering courage
speaking for an idea and a realm that changes and glad to go on not jumping which would end all experience
the city life downtown has some of these bartenders passing out at other bars making a mess of themselves glasses falling off friends scrambling to find them
mine is a chopped tree life and reestablished
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