| There comes a Time, sometimes I find; when everything you keep in mind makes absolutely perfect sense. If mixing drinks in bathroom sinks is what it takes to make you think "This is all I have left." Good Luck. Like saying no will matter when the time comes for Epiphany, if and only if we let it be? and Like the day you realize there is no god; It's quiet. We all obsess to die, shit, just go with the flow and slowly show us all the pasts you have accumulated. And Pray for contradiction. Contraband ice cubes cool your hand despite the glass. Despise the cast all day long but they're all you've got. Move to Bangkok, asshole. |
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