jakeparcher
Irritable. The drugs were wearing off. I know this because for the last 4 hours I've been mentally checking in with myself to make sure the warm butterflies were still in my stomach. As Jack once said, "What if this is as good as it gets?"..
Like clockwork Nicolas Cage swung the Christmas hammer right as the man was entering the doorway. Two for two.
Together
No matter the weather
We gather and flatter induced by the nether
We grow as we go and the time seems to flow for the better;
strawberry fields forever.
I don't dread it anymore. Life is short. Dreams are golden, hope is forever. Feel the feels. To the stars.
Bob Dylan was perched upon the balcony between the rose bush and the blonde woman, smiling coy. The sound of the harmonica interrupting the silence every now and again. To be a fly on the wall.
Dollars were laying all over the floor. Not the kind that you see everyday when you unfold an old crusty bill out flat to put into a pop machine. These carried a different vibe. These were blue.
There was once a shitty writer named Windy Lee.
He couldnt write for shit if it took all week.
He didn't have a clue who he would turn out to be.
That shitty ass writer is me.
Like a shard of crystal, handed down through the ages from a family full of "haves" and "have-nots".
Broken like the bow of a ship that lay silently on the shore.
A shirt for Ed Sheeran. There was a girl in H&M yesterday who slayed my life away in a red flannel with a dark grey t-shirt underneath. Maybe I should do some yoga so I can look like that...
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