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With no make on and eye lash hangin’ Pumping on E. bassy travelling the subway Friday jumps on you, with expectation galore: Drink, gloat, sitting on- Refurbished old rustic sofas on the far end of the bar. Would your TGIF be a spent screaming over the music? To make yourself heard with sweaty drunk happy hearts grinding? Or would it be a cosy comforter holding you tight- While you binge on anything scrolled now since the dragons flew? Measuring ourselves to our own scales is- Scary, if mildly put; social beings we are, to be, is a need- But contentment may lie in unexpected unsocial moments sometime then- As the years grey by, clear becomes the crystal, ever much so. Random thoughts of a wandering mind; Smother not, caress quietly- tune into some AI’d playlist; Put on that conversation repellent, we all call earphones And glow warmly in your sweet company, for it is TGI’my’F.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
morning bass
With no make on and eye lash hangin’ Pumping on E. bassy travelling the subway Friday jumps on you, with expectation galore: Drink, gloat, sitting on- Refurbished old rustic sofas on the far end of the bar. Would your TGIF be a spent screaming over the music? To make yourself heard with sweaty drunk happy hearts grinding? Or would it be a cosy comforter holding you tight- While you binge on anything scrolled now since the dragons flew? Measuring ourselves to our own scales is- Scary, if mildly put; social beings we are, to be, is a need- But contentment may lie in unexpected unsocial moments sometime then- As the years grey by, clear becomes the crystal, ever much so. Random thoughts of a wandering mind; Smother not, caress quietly- tune into some AI’d playlist; Put on that conversation repellent, we all call earphones And glow warmly in your sweet company, for it is TGI’my’F.
Thoughts of an ever running mind
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
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