Awake on a moon's day asleep on the Tues with money depleted and liver abused. With sweat on the brow and coarse sand in the gut he pulled himself out of the alcohol rut. Without much meat eating and no cheese or egg to clog up the vessels down in his right leg that fled from their housings a few years ago and now like blue snakes through his skin there do show. Then yoga this eve a full session at that he'll squash things that have kept trajectories flat and show to the powers that cannot be seen that known such qualities, virtues as cannot be shown.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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