Forgiving the old familiar bar top, dismissing the feeling one gets when approaching a stray dog, feeling like the engine of this very bus… Bedraggled and obtusely over my head in self inflicted directness I wish I could go to the reggae night however I have decided once again to rupture my corpse into two half cut serpents both laughing a the ridiculousness of trying to make a career

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