their mean ways we encounter and live,always near dangerous waves of impending glum and shots of bourbon.
What is that unwanted feeling of heavy feet humans get?
those somber walks in the living rooms of the world,
or the never ending skips that my pulse takes when I see thee.
Why is it that the cold and the darkness makes us look different?
The way alcohol filled rooms feel like home and slutty women reign the night.
Who knows.
No. You don't know either.
So let's just listen to "On green dolphin street" from John Coltrane
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