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Almost Aristocrat
Diverse and useful mirrors checking oneself, somewhat elbowing objects, of who the hell are you? half I survived another day looks, perfumed excessively by Coco Chanel, at least pentagons were pleased.
The address to success. Google maps, where to next?
Fashion channel constantly on, Bordeaux wine accidentally spilled when Trumpush Twitter no longer matched Putin’s rice porridge on the news.
Rugby match of unknown South African towns, he/she/it likes violence in in his/her/its omelet with dried out tomatoes especially slaved by a certain Sab Saharn sun to contain no memory of a nearby Colonized factory of how to let this day perish.
Tomorrow is important, pocket money is more important, and the punch I’ve got in the mouth, bleeding a sorry smile to my mother who is making a lemon tea, for us to settle down in “it’s bitter, itchy and acidic” but I love you deep inside.
Let’s calm down for a moment, she sighs and explains not why, but represents a privileged room service free of charge.
We fight, we love.
And forget to live.
