staring out, grey skies with an amber cup, the scotch and water tasting like more scotch than water.
reading way to much and writing so little, there's a calender on my wall, a small square (meaning day) on a larger square (meaning month) and scribbled words reading "120 pogues doo"
oh wait no...it says pages due
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