It's raining on Tonsai
I'm flashing 7a
Rolled cigarettes burn away the afternoon
I think about the phone numbers I don't know anymore
and wonder where to find them
Humidity halts tattoo healage
I contemplate a year on the road
Things cycle back to tendon strength
I drink a Sangsom Soda to burn off the cold
Emotions roll around and sour in the cheap whisky
I blog
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