Into the conversation she entered,ass first,protesting that the division of one's mind is not to be paid attention by bummed listeners."You can go one way,or you can go the other.There is the night when two men at the cusp,decide between a stall or walking away.But neither looks to the sky.Do you think that is changeable about you? Can you start looking at what pitches sideways?",she said or asked.There was nobody else in the room,i could see her point,despite one of us being drunk out of their mind.However,It floated somewhere beyond her vivid procreation,about the place,where i would eventually stand waiting for it to grow dark,to take a piss in the open,into a veritable hole,not even the moon could fill.
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