slowly and a bit at a time. She got her show and I got the drums. What else is there. So hard to share I guess, in the end tea makes us cozy and the unshared night brings stories fo each other. How many of us have unshared events? DO we continue on in this way making great progress but solitary way? Decompress and perhaps I ponder too much. Whatever. Now I have a mustache, so bring on the night I couldn't stand another hour of daylight. It might have been precious but she is asleep, I have chosen and can feel like a heap. Bring it to me ad never doubt again, jacoby and meyers the little dead hen.
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