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3AM THOUGHT VOMIT
the little bits that could have been something but got word mangled and turned into puddles of the-general-public-should-never-see-this, and then got kept because the idea was there and the idea had potential and maybe, might get turned into something someday.
He waves off the bartender, knocks back another glass, thinks he might have seen a camera flash, doesn't really care.
Raises an eyebrow at some girl wearing a desperately low cut top, walks away without looking back.
2am. Flops down onto a patch of pitifully wilted grass in a sad excuse for a park.
This city, this is real. With it's garish nightlife and white collars undone, and an equality that doesn't care if you stood in front of a thousand screaming fans or on a half set cement block. This night will not judge.
Thin air whips back his hair, infiltrates his lungs and it's the first breath he's taken in too many days to count.
the little bits that could have been something but got word mangled and turned into puddles of the-general-public-should-never-see-this, and then got kept because the idea was there and the idea had potential and maybe, might get turned into something someday.
He waves off the bartender, knocks back another glass, thinks he might have seen a camera flash, doesn't really care.
Raises an eyebrow at some girl wearing a desperately low cut top, walks away without looking back.
2am. Flops down onto a patch of pitifully wilted grass in a sad excuse for a park.
This city, this is real. With it's garish nightlife and white collars undone, and an equality that doesn't care if you stood in front of a thousand screaming fans or on a half set cement block. This night will not judge.
Thin air whips back his hair, infiltrates his lungs and it's the first breath he's taken in too many days to count.