I have backspaced 5 times trying to post something insightful tonight,::: I will not rhyme with Stilly, nor will I talk of nakedness while watching showering stars withering their life away by shooting fire in a glance of a drunken sailor or a waaywaard person that uses a's too much. There is absolutley nothing going on from this part of the world that I need to reflect upon beside the wayward world of a drunken sailor and the love that a drunken sailor has, for the sea and rum. Love
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