gulp martini with vodka like transparent 7up
all words are bullshit, all fictions pulp
no soul, no god, no messiah
sunk in soma drunk to coma
blissful shower takes no hour
jogging in rainy summer breeze for forty four minutes from dusk to dark elated to see the trees so clear clearer than ever
2020-01-27
Dance until you are healed. Dance as crazily as you can. No rules. No form. You can laugh, you can cry. No one will judge you. Dance like the dancer disappearing. January 27, 2020
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