Dangerous question. It is Friday. Here goes nothing. Wait... coming or going? Ha, does it matter? I’m just enamored by the faint notion that there will be no judgement here. Better not be, no room for that. Speaking of rooms... I am SEVERELY missing hanging out with the blood suckers... the strange but curious misfits that inhabit the darkness of the night... in a room. Jammin. Higher than honkey taxes. Floating on a fucking magic carpet on a river of booze and booty. The search continues... and I WILL be there 😈
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