Eat, Sleep, Repeat
3.30.2011
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend.
I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
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