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lukewarm black coffee in an eco friendly cup. Profits, Profits. Pull yourself up by boot straps and smoke cigarettes, get cancer die a wreck. I can't seem to find me I now live in a place where I speak the language, but I liked not understanding old words much better. I always know a person by their hands. fingers chubby, wrinkled,stubby shaky, shaky. hands. Everything seems clearer over here. Black and white. polarized. yellow, brown, tan, ***** fat. But there is no gray. They say there is love here-- California love here-- but I can't find it.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
California Love
lukewarm black coffee in an eco friendly cup. Profits, Profits. Pull yourself up by boot straps and smoke cigarettes, get cancer die a wreck. I can't seem to find me I now live in a place where I speak the language, but I liked not understanding old words much better. I always know a person by their hands. fingers chubby, wrinkled,stubby shaky, shaky. hands. Everything seems clearer over here. Black and white. polarized. yellow, brown, tan, ***** fat. But there is no gray. They say there is love here-- California love here-- but I can't find it.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
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