The dusky horizon has transmuted for the clouds. Layers of lavender, puce and red. Take my word for it as my viewpoint presently obscured by the installations on the modern grid. I had thought to take a ride earlier to an observation post looking westward but, well, there are sunsets every day, are there not?
I failed in my quit smoking regime. I am habituated to having one with coffee just out of bed, then surfing the net. I had thought I'd smoked the last one in a pack but I found another, unopened. I opened and zoned all the negatory out.
I habitually blame matters like this on being alone. As if... if I had someone to do it for, zoning out all the damage I do to myself. Always alone. I imagine that if there were lips to kiss that would not be unless - the old joke, like kissing an ashtray.
I failed in my quit smoking regime. I am habituated to having one with coffee just out of bed, then surfing the net. I had thought I'd smoked the last one in a pack but I found another, unopened. I opened and zoned all the negatory out.
I habitually blame matters like this on being alone. As if... if I had someone to do it for, zoning out all the damage I do to myself. Always alone. I imagine that if there were lips to kiss that would not be unless - the old joke, like kissing an ashtray.
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