

Frayed.I believe I'm at a loss, searching for words to push forth: Hopelessly anticipating a response to a question I cannot ask. Do I dare challenge my own Challenge? Or should I unwind and watch it erode amongst the others - much like Myself: A persona assuming chary audacity,Frayed.
the other the role of ambitious diffidence. My thoughts are thrown in every feasible direction - yet, am told I to go north. But why stay north where I become one of broken sanity - What's the fun in that? I'd rather head south and philander where I know it is hazardous.


Ode to Wine.Upon entering the room, you catch my eye. You: graced with a smirk and poised aura –Ode to Wine.
grasping your Lucky Strike with callous tenderness. We all do love our carbon monoxide, don’t we? (Let us not forget that infallible White Russian.)
Do these pretentious addictions make you feel more important –
do you feel like you’re on top – do you feel at all? If so, then you are probably the best escapologist I know. It’s funny how exposed you are – “everybody plays the fool, sometimes.” (You can’t hide behind your aviators forever.)
But despite your vices, I am drawn to you; &nb
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Boy you swallow truth like honey.
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