what an effing seven day stint it has been.
i used to have dreams that Vonnegut and I were drinking whiskey in random bars. He would just happen to be where ever I was.
i am going back to bed.
trb.
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stealing your heart on the monkey bars. using it as a throwing stone for hopscotch.
2 comments:
Damn, why do you never give ME whisky?
hey your the 4th person to mention V today
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