Blue Suburban Skies

"Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame." W.B. Yeats.

Thursday, January 25

I mean, really

Everything that is real, and that happens, happens when you're drunk. I'm drunk. And this is really happening. And it's honest and real. And could I be any more drunk? Or any more Chandler?

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