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Oct 2019
fancy all that comes through

ordered dinner and video games

sober now, sober and sane

the beach is just about a mile away

an acting class in the morning

a positive and wonderful relationship with the mother

and this does not read like "fitter, happier"

no, think of bobs voice when he's zany and speedy

haven't read a novel in over a year

and proud of it, too.  sort of say

gave up reading.  I don't like reading.

read to much in college.  Forgot where the story ended and period started

and I whisk up the avenue, boulevard of Lincolin, Los Angeles

just to score a smoke at the seven eleven

scents and smells and cockroaches

the hobos silent friends on bus seats

cigarettes, died soda and frozen pizzas

the steady beat of a single boy/man with plenty of male prospects

seeking a female companion for a smiling portrait

standing still in a house made of ice, sliding to the freeway

only holds up for a month or two, probably

and when will I finally break my lone life in?

wherever I am, and whenever I wake up to hot coffee

which has, already been finessed

the night blending into 4:00 am blending to afternoon

dessert before dinner, breakfast all night
Sean Patrick Armstrong
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Sean Patrick Armstrong  28/M/Los Angeles
(28/M/Los Angeles)   
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