shoulders shrugging

Sitting, watching. My shoes they're walking without me. What the f**k? The mirror has moved but I have not. Outside looking in sadness, mood swing lack in connection. Ignorant in the words I choose accidents of a universe. Swigs from the flask that's attatched to my hip. We're exploring the unknowing the emptiness sit back and have a drink. You can smoke if you want to. Coffee stains on the jeans, nicotine clinging to our sparkling whites. Baseball creap through the beat-up radio. Sitting in piss colored vinyl chairs wine glasses are our ash trays. Jesus hangs on a pedestal bloody and bruised. The dream of moral men.

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[EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoS..]

We're exploring the unknowing the emptiness sit back and have a drink. You can smoke if you want to. Coffee stains on the jeans, nicotine clinging to our sparkling whites.

i love. its the view of immortality, to some extent. as if there is something to strive for but you never know youre there til the carpets taken from under your feet...

[Don Coorough]

A nice dream, a reflective morality, an un-intruding appreciation for life lived fully, without regrets. Finding self-respect for one's own way offers the opportunity to give respect to all others' ways. Peace, brother- EllisD