New York was hot and humid ,full of expensive art books. I ran out of clean clothes and had to pack a suitcase full of stink. I will start posting photos when i get the nerve.
mustache's = swell
I'm learning to get my groove on from one of my favorite sites
I've been reading through Philip Larkin. Collecting his words
and storing them in the back of my minds file cabinets
The opening to this poem was something I could relate too.
"They fuck you up,your mum and dad.
They may not mean to,but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
and add some extra,just for you."
dinner with "friends" is always nice with laughter and awkwardness .
Especially with heels and jazz shoes.
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