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, May 10

drunk, and drunik

there's nothing wrong with being drunk. let's just settle that striaght away. I mean, sure, sometimes it takes you a while to realise that there's an "i" in "straightawy," but no harm there really. So you take the cuticle scissors and cut an inch or two off your hair. big deal. any cleanup is a good cleanup. am I right? damn that keystone ice, it's a killer every time.

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