For All Those Days
Say it with me.
For all those days requiring a strong drink before they can be loosened and then hastily taken off like a restrictive tie or bra or uncomfortable shoes. For all those days which spill into evenings and are carried off to bed, where they pollute our dreams with acid-trippy visions just real enough to frighten us into questioning our sanity. For all those days that bleed into one another in a long succession we call same shit - different day, but that eventually do give way to the turning page of season and sentiment, thus revealing life anew.
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