The meat should've overtook us long ago
The smoke and the swollen nodes
Each day, we're given another day
How should we properly spend it?
Look on the lattes, smell the dried squid from beaten, blue trucks. Eat rice in wraps and raise my hand to each curious passerby. I hear the constant sounds of their stories but understand nothing. A roller-coaster of intonation telling me I've stumbled upon a world I wasn't meant for. How then, should I spend each given day?
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you're a regular AStoll.
-JBizzle
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