[the table tells it all our story the sheetrock holding it up]
[matching trunks toms is the new black lovely boys legs]
[whirling spinning roof chef hats]
[all of a sudden there was the world striking by in neon]
[earthly traveling surprise prankster sprout]
it was practically a week ago i set out breaking from my cave. the heart has been weary lack of sun taking it's toll. there was a celebration a finishing for a friend and a beginning for two. temptation hit my taste buds and i couldn't forget but i scrambled on the roof to only fall off the peak when my crow pose didn't perch. the walkabout we set out and ended at a house the freshly walls painted stealing through the air. all the merry faces and my heavy heart. i went to go but could only sit on the steps. there i took it with another and we shook the cans and made our mark of the new york shoe. next up, this friday.
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