Oh. Fucking seriously? It's nice to know who your fucking friends are.
Finished. I'm just finished. A lifetime supply of whiskey, cigarettes and books, a mostly empty tropical island, a meager but honest living... whatdaya say Mags? Do what we gotta do, and I'll meet you there in a few years. Fuck this other shit. It just ain't never gonna come out right.
- I'm no Picasso
- This is a tale of the seaports where chance brings the traveler: he clambers a hillside and such things come to pass.
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1 comment:
Sounds like the only sane thing to do, if you ask me.
I prolly shouldn't ask this on the ole blog hole, but what happened?
Is an ex con coming on to you telling you that you have nice soft hands everytime he sees you?
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