new peters
posted by Drunk n Sailor at
6:38 PM
Infer: This is a moment. This is a resembled movement. A document a drawing a low blow a fuck. We sift oceanic bewteen what happened and the dream. We drunk and fumble. We are aesthetically pleasing. We are floating out.
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Transcription of last note:
Make crickets stop in my head please. They crik like so long ago. Me kint take lonely sound ... fuck away ...
This is like THE dreary fatalistic haiku of the 21st century. We were at Clem's? Really? Jesus.
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