it's five am here, and i just got back from the waffle house.
in this hellhole of a town in which i am staying, there are very few things to do past nine or ten pm, but the waffle is always open for coffee and hashbrowns. it is a beacon of light in a depressing night when deck-wreck dave comes and picks me up and buys me an early-morn rest.
nothing like shouting to against me! as the fog squats upon the night road. nothing like friends.
in this hellhole of a town in which i am staying, there are very few things to do past nine or ten pm, but the waffle is always open for coffee and hashbrowns. it is a beacon of light in a depressing night when deck-wreck dave comes and picks me up and buys me an early-morn rest.
nothing like shouting to against me! as the fog squats upon the night road. nothing like friends.
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I like the way you write. it's pretty.
I also must know what the little brown creature in your set is called. so I can impress my friends