utah nodded a giant to sleep toward a platform with no destination. i was too much of a bum for look at this fucking oogle. my penance is to make bread and soup daily. sign of the cross: a tourette replacement for my middle finger. fluent in lentil & new to the boule. holy ghost allowes me to buy roses if i get an A in all my classes. white for the rose? or red for the roses?
still drinking wine.
still dancing.
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