seriousluy
2009-06-10, 5:25 a.m.

this place. The Green Tortoise. Thinking about how hard can life can be. Look up to a sizzling burning Cigg, the embers glowing like the flame of a young Riley love. Then I look and see a cup of English Breakfast Tea, steam rising against the sillhouette of a late 5AM night in San Francisco. Further behind the marlbro light, further beyond the steaming tea, there was a bottle of broken dreams in the form of a Captain morgains rum bottle holding what little was left from the debauchery of the night. I thought, how hard can this be? Sitting, enjoying, relaxing by myself? No need for any more pleasure. All the things of the flesh right in front of me. None will suffice. Be here now. The only thing that helps. The only thing that makes sense. How can all these people be from all over the world and still feel at home? The truth is that we are all one. No matter how cliche and cheesy it sounds but doesnt it make sense? We are all trying to just let loose and live. I wish You could understand. Oh well`

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