drinking wine
and fishing on the
banks of the
sandy river.
hell, i dont even
know if there is
any bait on my hook,
but the weather
(and the fucked up
looks i am giving
everyone)
is bad enough
to drive away all
the real fishermen.
and i am drunk enough
not to give a
fuck.
Birth sign: Taurus
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