Late nights... dreams can come true.

I sit in front of my computer watching the time roll by. I spent a lot of time here today. Tomorrow, a break. No emf. Not buzz. The ice clinks in my glass of rum as the alcohol slowly converts it to liquid form. The rum 8 years.

My hair i s stuck in position. Not unlike the lead of cure. Note pad my canvas and this site my gallery I paint the words you will never read. And if you read them al statements contained here in become false.....


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