A weekend of extremes in unhealthy personal discourse and working constraints. Walked a marathon and watched numerous episodes of addiction television shows and ate addicting chocolate cnady bars. Allowing the rare indulgence for one reason or another. I know I'm better off without the incredible calorie intake. My stomach already feels bloated. Back sore. It's too hot to write. I'm full.
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Smoke a joint listen to Supertramp and pretend to think like you knew what the wold was like before rock n roll. There was jazz and hipster clubs in back alleys. Wishing we were all there. Writing about it. It strong syllables. We were in the groove in the moment back there. We are the mad ones. Crazy and poetic in our retellings. We try to coexist but no harm no foul.
