its about time to go to work, work being bar tending and not drawing... what pays the bills?, not my favorite things. either way, this is a time for growth and societies beckoning to distraction and my will to live a truly happy life contradict one another in most instances. a futile battle that lives in my brain and has no end beside giving up the battle entirely. my inner seed is shopping for new pants.






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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
is flan more than just a spanish desert to you?
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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