i am no longer by your side, young beginner.
the muslims were comforting, however.
just the human i needed to talk to and listen to, more than anything.
then to the u district, with more comfort.
tyler helped me scuff up these new white slip ons, they needed some dirty leaves and cement rubbed on them, get scruffy quick.
the microphones, warmth in friends' hearts, cornbread waffles and salmon berry syrup.
cigarettes a many.
oh, and vanilla rooibos mate.
double yum.
le amiche sono bene. molto bene.
no more talky talky.
i'm exhausted.
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greasy hair and spoiled eyes
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