How is it possible to fizzle so much , like a sparkler through a marshmallow,
All I have today is style no substance. And that’s saying something, because i’m hardy abusive to my substance, it’s my style that gets tough love.
No coffee yet, that’s probably the thing, I can smell it brewing on the counter. Perhaps I shall get me a cup.
Perhaps peacocks could fly out of my ears.
Perhaps, I was a fan of music.
Perhaps, friends,
Perhaps.
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