thisiswhatdrivesmemad. everything means something but it does not. meanings devoid of meaning, communication without message. take it and put it where you like, fill it with your choice, serve as you wish: neat, on the go, bottoms up and leave it. our cognacs in our hands, i said: it tastes like caramel to me, funny how people hate it. so my head was someone else's. i did not want to think of the calories or my liver for that matter. to stay in the moment is such a grim advice and of course i was chain smoking, and everything was so lucid; can be reduced to a game of chess and it all depends if it is check or stalemate. such diplomats.
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