The Veil of Perception
Mint slice chomping, cherry popping randomness; The prosaically quotidian.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Instead of the solipsistic ennui that defined my early twenties,
I wish I'd slept on a hammock and made love on the floor below.
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