Rain fall day wet warm sexual mist in the air writing a discipline I laughed at their intellectual crap it's so formal writing for me was and is confessional although that came close to burning out on that Metro North and the high rent of New York city everbody making it moving so fast lost in the narcotiized dream of indifference and their aging hipster cool...
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