Ice blond on my friend Vicky last nite. I didn’t get home until almost 3am. I can’t get her to come at decent hours. She’s a single mother of 4 and works two jobs. 37 more words
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It gets boring sometimes, knowing exactly what comes next can plunge one into a state of mental static.
Static and stillness are not one and the same to me, stillness inculcates some sort of awareness whilst the former feels more like a clogged drain, the water stagnant and filthy.