Place they acted from came
from their understanding that they knew wha
t is not located in excess
but in having a very clear conception of what you—
drinking a martini at 9am (gin: 20.00, olives: 3.00, Mary Poppins: free as a gift)
, at the very least, the session won’t be lasting all that long
and is largely based on how much you—
are capable of enduring.
The cold is always an endurance trial,
with day after day of icy arctic blasts attempting
to sway you into a more indoorsy type
to the pub and getting’ pissed up with his (or her) mates is a holiday I can get behind
for its
infinite probability.
Cogitations of existence's
essentially ephemeral
nature keep me company
climbing inclines, enjoying
gentle declines, and
there's acceptance in my
start.
Because you cannot know
whether today will be
your last opportunity to,
And then on an un-special day,
A realization:
“This is the day that lord has made,
I will rejoice and be glad in it,”
to emphasize:
A LOT
about excess and possessions and uselessness,
and I think we're at one of those spots ripe for
a full stop.
“This is the day that lord has made,
I will rejoice and be glad in it,”
to emphasize:
A LOT
about excess and possessions and uselessness.
O,
And then on an un-special day,
A realization:
be
your last opportunity to.
From their understanding that they knew what,
and
there's acceptance in my
essentially ephemeral
full stop.
At the very least, the session won’t be lasting all that long
Because you cannot know
infinite probability.
Pissed up with his (or her) mates
climbing inclines, enjoying
whether today will be
A LOT
of enduring, and
there's acceptance in my
arctic blasts attempting
to sway you into a more indoorsy type
of those cogitations.
Drinking a martini at 9am
is a holiday I can get behind
A LOT
Because you cannot
think we're at one of those spots
with day after day of icy arctic blasts—
nature keep me company.
Place they acted from:
excess and possessions and uselessness.
Their understanding that they knew
The cold is always an endurance trial.
I think we're
A realization
attempting
to sway.
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