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The bartender is wet; my martini is dry.
We made a sour then sweet world on Roblox.
I parked my car two blocks away from heaven.
Part of me wishes that when I beat the drum it beats me back.
Alcohol and pregnancy make a great combo.
At the park, holding a book, scribbling down thoughts I pray the page is worthy of.
It’s time to make another bad decision.
Somewhere between Hialeah and Hell.
Two years, clients, agencies, and AD’s later. The idea is no longer constipated.