Monday, January 05, 2015

Tears go By

I remember the older guy who was getting his graphic design degree. I avoided him out of a grotesque foul nicotine breath resentment. Always with the salt and pepper leftover shadow and microsoft alignment. But the guy had the glamor of history. We could talk analog roll playing. His big ace in the whole was an underground river scenario. Our conversations fluctuated between corvette engines,carribean puberty,and twenty sided dice.

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I spill ink ,it collects here.