So much deja vus, you could drown in it, swimming and still clothed. Great artsy, sloppy, very tipsy weekend in cosmopolitania, wish it could go longer wandering wondering through the up and down mystique of San Francisco, mayhap my hypercolor toenails think otherwise. Old lady pink and biker dude thighs, where is this going?
Can I flee from fleeing? Would I jump that gun? Oh for happily oblivious to mediocre desires...I thought I had everthing all upturned, organized just enough is the short way of saying happily awaiting revelation, or screwed in eight languages, all in cardboard hobo script-will work for englightenment.
I remember knowing knowing.
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