billybillybilly

Back on the night shift.

This feels so yesterday. Or like a past life, this whole going to bed with the sun thing. And it's maybe a little too natural. It's what happens when I have all the time in the world and not a first thought on where to spend it.

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Disconnection is a bitch, though.

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I'm listening to the music inside a computer hub coming from a little fan that's cooling. Doing its job, doing its part.

The world runs on pretty speeches, and I wish madly that I had one for you now.

Disappear here.

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So nice to see ya, love... where ya been?