wishing I were Ebony-san, having another case of 'i was born in the wrong fucking era' blues, back into band shirts, cutting off the sleeves, the stones, the stones, 3 coffee dates, gotta lot to pay, searching for exhibition openings, painting my nails blue, genmai-cha and dry roasted edamame lunch, burning like patchouli, oh no i'm all out, have another slice, writing masculine prose, thinking about tomorrow night.
Energy drinks, NO, yes. Too much to think. ARGH pastels, but I love baby pink. We're on a roll, we're gaining speed, gotta little car? Car, prawn chips, coca - cola flavoured sweets. Can we have more chilli on this please?
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