With an absolute loss of place, the last resort is one of pleasure. Enjoy the fruits of irresponsible man. You owe it to yourself.
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"No more dogs or husbands, they keep dying on me" she said with a raspy voice. She undoubtably adorned a nasty smoking habit and Chihuahua, and I imagined her searching the clearance at Pier 1 for that special something to make her febreezed filled home..."pretty". I didn't get too close, and with outstretched arms and feet firmly planted I fumbled for the Sonny and Cher album and Creed tablature book on the shelf in front of her.
I wonder. I wander. The time has gone, we are not ourselves, and I am beginning to believe that people who piss in bottles have social anxiety. I have a small collection myself, arranged in a deliberate gradation. It is pretty. And I am thinking of having a medium sized dinner party to show it off. You are all invited. But I must say that we fail for obvious reasons, always in a state of perpetual confusion. Today, however, is O.K. You are O.K. This is O.K...until it isn't. In a few moments a beautiful Dutch girl will come in with a smile and love, kiss me and stroke my beard, and be confused by the half eaten avocado sandwich in my pocket. I think I hear her. Yes. And she is wet from the rain.
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I read the message and with a high chin sipped my coffee. How are we supposed to go on like this? Pretending that evil doesn't exist and happiness is found at the bottom of a flat white...we come back to this same simple question. Curious indeed. It is the unknown that peaks our interest, yet remains a source of deep frustration and fear. It is the 22nd day of March 2016, and we have received news from Blackmore. Starship Nicola will be performing at the Eden Festival.