The story of my life has been told so many times, the same version, told over and over to intoxicated airways and droned out masses. The times have changed with an infinite story playing, events as redundant as the last that these words are meaningless. There is no gain than a vice, a ploy at attention or gloating. I have acquired many of these. I stumble over these sentance structions, spelling, grammar as my liver chokes down another PM aid and it is a slow process until one is defeated.
Tomorrow begins another paragraph of this story with aspirations to be as long as "porn dick." I'd like to start tomorrow of with sunny side-up eggs and some bacon.
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