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Making up constellations.
Drunk and stoned wandering home across the train tracks after watching surreal cartoon of the 90s. Hoping a quick fag will counteract the depressants but quick enough so the cold air doesn’t freeze my hand not safely secluded in my pocket. The grass next to the sidewalk has already frosted over for the morning to…
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I was invited over to Ida’s for some sea food soup this evening. The building she lives in used to be a hotel that has since had many artists live in it. It was almost too beautiful to maintain composed. Paintings and pictures everywhere. Beautiful furniture put out in the hallways. Just fucking gorgeous.
