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Fuck this game, You win GRANDMA it's 4oclock in the fucking morning! I'm paying luxury tax out the ass!
The rosey petals of fallen forest shifted out my window along with the artificial blinking light, that no one was motivated enough to fix. The only humm is a silent one muffled by the crack in the window that reminds me that it's winter. I sat in the car last night to avoid the bitter cold, and couldn't help but read that Kerouacan book that I picked up on a whymm. Smoke cascades a soft sky, and the feeling is surreal. I am crossed out on everyone's list, as something that once had been. Never stopping never stealing I am what I have not become. Transcendence seeping out my being, but is it what it is. I move nowhere.
"My life is a vast inconsequential epic with a thousand and a million characters"
- Jack Kerouac Desolation Angels 1965
The rosey petals of fallen forest shifted out my window along with the artificial blinking light, that no one was motivated enough to fix. The only humm is a silent one muffled by the crack in the window that reminds me that it's winter. I sat in the car last night to avoid the bitter cold, and couldn't help but read that Kerouacan book that I picked up on a whymm. Smoke cascades a soft sky, and the feeling is surreal. I am crossed out on everyone's list, as something that once had been. Never stopping never stealing I am what I have not become. Transcendence seeping out my being, but is it what it is. I move nowhere.
"My life is a vast inconsequential epic with a thousand and a million characters"
- Jack Kerouac Desolation Angels 1965