Thursday, December 13, 2012

The ability to hold a job drips off my physical persona as I shut my eyes slippijg into sweet deep beauty sleep. I wake up in a panic forgetting who I am or what's important in my life my vision is boardered my my swollen hungover face puffed up from forgetting how to breathe or holding cigarette smoke in my lungs. I go to Jew road

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