this is my ride home.
this is a crowded bqe that gas me driving local.
this is my sense that I'm gonna be paying more taxes real fucking soon.
this is Lemmy telling me that he's the one, orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand.
this is one of THOSE bus rides.
this is a bastard sore but from getting something done.
this is my tiny sense of accomplishment for giving my daughter some space for her.
this is not a bad life but, he certainly wouldn't call it the best one.
—the bastard
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