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I'm not going to lie to you.
There are things I do not understand. I
write to capture moments like slides, some memories are hazy, others need... touch
up. I believe in the Edit; I can be an Ediot.

I sincerely wish that I not piss you off.

“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

—George Orwell

Tue 20 Jan ∞ Permalink

and then the jazz came

goldinfifty:

It set clear and tangerine, dipping into puddles and rain on the gritty city streets as though it were parting ten thousand living seas. Nobody noticed, too busy being infinite streaming laughter. Children frog-hopping puddles, drunk on the wine of reaching comfortable destination, Cabernet warming tired huddled shaking hearts.