the good poets have said, don't write in the afternoon. yeah. Phil, wrestling me down into bed, what you think we're teenagers. I've got tons of Epsom salt for a bath, I use it to pour over my head. mine today, don't know, don't fuckin care, the days are morphing together for all I feel.

the good poets have said, don't write in the afternoon. yeah. Phil, wrestling me down into bed, what you think we're teenagers. I've got tons of Epsom salt for a bath, I use it to pour over my head. mine today, don't know, don't fuckin care, the days are morphing together for all I feel.

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