Tandem proved to be like some sort of viscosity of a slippery =
Mango jelly tube.
Good intentions, Love the flavor. The component – the packaging could somehow find itself
Seamless in many shapes, way, forms
And I think of all the forms I’ve typed up myself.
A special type of Hell.
Some sort of compromise which isn’t that.
It’s more like a dinner plate. It’s gonna repeat a lot, seasoning may or may not change, old school, modern, chic – whatever looks good and dinner is something, every night.
If it’s not good all the time I’m at a lack of understanding as to the revolutions-per-game it takes to feel as if the achievement was the win? The after-show or dinner that turned into one crazy night of invention and camaraderie and it just kinda happens.
The cannabis hangover or the drunken stumble to donuts and puking coffee in a traveler’s bathroom.
Who knows 8 months since I bought a pack last and I always think the dabble is gonna look cruel and terrible. I breathe a little better and fit for half but the first was whole and the second 3/4s. It’s not the high or flying too high to the sun – it’s just a little joy mixed in with the guilty.
Call it decadence, opulence is made for well-form. The Classic never goes out of style, just gets layered.
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