Coffee, of course. I always said that my longest running dream (Back when Dreams where truly forbidden). But I am like a Simple support. Simple thoughts. Love the taste.
Ours sucks guys. Admit it. Bring in some beans. We shall Blend and share with the World. (Only if you want. We have other pots.)
Crazy thoughts.
Silly Leather-bound. One can't just be a writer.
Expanding. It's so Simple now. My life. No-coin-in-my-pocket. Sink or swim time. I'm quitting my job. For a new one. Let me help. I hurt for you. I know this pain, this grey, this Here. I might be up during nights or days. Day, dusk, and dawn. I can survive on your help Alone. Let's grow Together. Call me a leech, or a parasite, a slacker, a smoker, what-have-you. (Fag, was a popular one last night. Guess, not, bar hopping makes me a fag.)
We all NEED a support system. Let's all be that system. Let's be The system. Hometown. I Simply love you.
Also, I promise to continue this. But what makes you think my promise is full(fool)-hearted?
I can't let you down.
Hometown
didn't
let
me
die.
(I'm healthy, in case you still care. Though if I could have a LOCAL healer check me out, I won't disappoint. We all have a role to play. Haven't had a check up Since.)
