wow, did i meet the most fuckable milf, the skinny jeans
pizza barista sent me these cups full of milk-
thats some demons, fulfilled. in three minutes i need to combust into filth.
then that Sunset Sarsaparilla quenched the thirst for a thought,
as everything I meant meets the curse of a vault,
thats the cursive word haunt. thats what trustlessness gets you
she was some kind of wife of a war vet. that's useless. offends you.
we talked about war stories and then pursued newer venues
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Originally Posted by PancakeBrah
I'm going to start off on a tangent.
when I write, lately, I feel as if I begin by stringing together ambient ideas and concepts, then i realize I'm just typing the words coffee, tawdry, and autumn over and over and over, again, then I pass out dru-
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