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Last Chance #19
Counting broken frameworks I was trying to fix, a carpenter with no hands, was hired for the right position as fixing was never intended at all, but torn muscles, barely walking, an old man exclaimed and checked the dictionary not for modern corrections, and in Irish tone Jonnhy Walker is not going anywhere without the stick, to be picking commas someone have dropped like french fries on the ground, but it’s ok.. the coffee is not cold yet and drafting is allowed, even recommended, impressed by my ability to snack while suffocate, so birthright took place, to utter toughness.
What a sad sweet pouring rain…
And dots came to life, of rolling boulders.
Sisyphus sighed and remained on a vine-shaded hammock grapes-on-floor-left-for-wasps-turn-pets and it’s not too late to give up on last centuries complaints.
Self-reliance took place without raising an index finger, to point out a problem wrapped in Xmas present.
Let it sit, someone with a longer beard, nails and breath, mentioned while chewing dust particles all at once.
