it's 10:39 a.m. and im writing in a blog while reading it in my head with a heavy old man english accent. my morning ritual is a bliss and i am content with all that is about me. across this finely made computer desk lies a window full of early day sun and shadowy figures that map the front yard with a cooling shade. making the contrast of bright and mid greens pleasing to sift through as i sit with my coffee and nicotine. the sourness of yesterdays hangover has since vanished. oh the evils of vodka and a good friend combined.
in the a.m.
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god dammit im such a fucking dink
because of the blog
how original is rereading what you wrote in an old man english accent?
not very
how original is rereading what you wrote in an old man english accent?
not very