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Hemingway once wrote, “Nobody ever lives their life all the way up but bull fighters.” An alluring career path, but I know bulls are color blind. They can’t even see the red, and that kills it for me. Hemingway also said, “Write drunk, edit sober.” I can drink myself into a state, but words don’t flow as easily as gin. I’ve taken a liking to martinis lately; there are 13 different ways to order one. There are a million better things I could do with my life than google how to order a martini, but I’m no bull fighter.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
the sun also burns
Hemingway once wrote, “Nobody ever lives their life all the way up but bull fighters.” An alluring career path, but I know bulls are color blind. They can’t even see the red, and that kills it for me. Hemingway also said, “Write drunk, edit sober.” I can drink myself into a state, but words don’t flow as easily as gin. I’ve taken a liking to martinis lately; there are 13 different ways to order one. There are a million better things I could do with my life than google how to order a martini, but I’m no bull fighter.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
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