June 2012
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i think sound is a mode. a medium. a psychic wind that immobilizes leaves and dirt. if all i was meant to do was crank the bass, then why am i left standing with egg on my face after eating a hearty-ass breakfast before i give away my last good look and swipe my credit card through time and space. i buy light as if it were coffee, sipping on toffee flavored hot cocoa, wishing for another cig. to...
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tumblr sucks
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pretty lonely lately
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shared a six pack o’ guinness, a pint of crown royal, a few lucky strikes, and a pack of brats with the old man tonight. damn enjoyable.