all of a sudden i'm getting in touch with a part of me that doesn't have to worry about being the nice guy and feel what it's like to have a dick without having make sure I've got extra bullets in pocket
the radio isn't playing anything to redignify my aura after i dropped the ace i was hiding up my sleeve reaching for the next glass with something foul smelling in it i don't understand the logic sometimes but maybe that's why i do it because after a while i don't give a fuck about logic or anything other than pretending long enough so that they'll leave me and whoever falls for it alone for about 8 hrs so we could take the time to see what happens when it's time to explore the jazz again
Peace to wanderers who've heard the echo,
much love
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