Thought to be forgotten. Forgotten. Forgotten. Stand still. Stand still. It's a lOng time to be. Stand-stood, still.
We are sO lucky. Kim needs tequila. What else? Work it out. All (of) the time. San Fran native. But. butt. Chilled out. Deep blue. Patched hat.
Hearts and spades. Hanging. Jaded. More-Illustrious. Illustrations. Washed away. Puddled. Muddled. Faded-again. And again. Ripped on an egg head with a bulge. Shy mouse show. The last carriage. The last care. Acre. passing. Open. Door. Horns. He has a t-shirt in his pocket. Ridges of records... Counted and recounted-coins.
A patch of gray. Second. On the side and upper. Lip. Hip. Dip. Kings Cross here. Job done. Rodents squeak.. it echoes. Shh...
I still can't remember. I spy. Six buds planted. A corner prance. Pink plaid and an exposed zip. Red balloon hat-in-hand. Frayed. Delayed. Red-nosed. No, I am nOt the infamous deer. Dear. Rein. Rain. It has been for days..
I say something upon stop. Stop and spot. Red and bottoms. Hint for a click. No, three. A desire for history. Personal habitat. Neck crunch. Torn. She says it's not thAt easy.
She's right.. and there's so much more. SO much mOre UNRECORDED within this blur.
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