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christopher-mellon

christopher-mellon

30/American I’ve been all over the world and still guess where home is.

love racing stay men life hell brakes keep feel god fucking die fuck hitting bar young glass wake red drunk sell david light better apartment year drinking talk sun wept cold baby shower door eyes car lonely day street cape bourbon sure heroin sinks bukowski week shiver saturdays proselytize frigidair awhile risen high spend smiths reading corners transients escapes roses fled looked hearts suburbia safe asked hit iberville small stars pray namaste wanted drown immortal buried speeding glassware stack planning thanksgiving internalizing slowing died fifties meals opened thankful grace transient flour death embarrassingly standing ruin flesh predict caress giant clean coins clearing shake bit break sounded night jesus solemn stone deliver instant whispering forehead bitch children clinks humdrum bold book faced police addiction till tennyson yelling crawled rooftops marching dine youth beeps fathers shakes arrays sound nightness heaven loved dishes nose finish insulated beg hard figure gold noise bottle lying