I am convinced, at least as of this evening, that the lack of any type of preparation for this trip we’re about to take is the right call. There was something scratched out of a sticky note, but we’re just going to pretend that doesn’t exist.
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pt. I mayhaps I don’t belong and, the illusion that ever did fades and aches its way away from here maybe, I cling to that what never been the never was, intoxicating and framing the disappoint delusional woes, the dolled up faces wasted, on the eyes of me pt. II alone, although full room around…
The Veracious Facade 