Windy black, ferocity impales. The fat, menacing head challenges with a big brain inside.
3 hour naps, thank god, neck SOAR but alas. The small talk withers to a zero, thank god, thank god. The 5 hour ride, he talks of the 5 hour ride and the 2 stops, no, maybe a 4 hour, 45 minute ride. Here I am, here I am. Library clutches my energy drink and I slam keys. Productivity pocket disguise sequence. Analogous to a Manhattan project laboratory surprise. The books stack up like hours, cram, cram, cram here it is. Miles Davis toots in the ear. He screeches I wince for beauty what else can I do? I sway like that rickety stool, ivory hands on these ebony keys. Funny how things change.
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