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Today was the perfect day to fall asleep in Warren's room during G period while listening to opera. Perfectly Wonderous. I'm still cold though, you see.
A single drop of rain traced its borderline from my eyelid to the tip of my nose. Penetant as I'm walking in pools of water up the long, winding stairs. Another dreamless night spent sliding in and out of consciousness. The space between breaths is the sound I love the most. Cavernous calaveras line the knuckles of the guard rails and time spent rehashing opiate projects two years old. Get to know the backroads well, fourth string of broken christmas bulbs cracked open, obliterated by a passing car. The beginning of a month, a full seven days past the dharma.
A single drop of rain traced its borderline from my eyelid to the tip of my nose. Penetant as I'm walking in pools of water up the long, winding stairs. Another dreamless night spent sliding in and out of consciousness. The space between breaths is the sound I love the most. Cavernous calaveras line the knuckles of the guard rails and time spent rehashing opiate projects two years old. Get to know the backroads well, fourth string of broken christmas bulbs cracked open, obliterated by a passing car. The beginning of a month, a full seven days past the dharma.