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
2020-07-03
Hi my dear
Hi my dear, I'm old and I'm getting old and the day I pass away, you're still young and pretty. Why you still love me? July 3, 2013
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