funny how things are, when you stop to think about them, colors of
the wind, colors of hair, i miss things, it's stuff like that that
makes me think, hmmmmm, things are different, new eyes, new views,
different views, new to me, old to others, some have never looked
through these glasses, be they rose colored, or blue tinted, the
yellow ones to make everything brighter and more clear much like
Blu blocker Vipers, and i stop to think, maybe, just maybe things
will fall into place, but then, things are different, pedestrian i
think not, cause i drive a car, i'm a driver, and we all know how that
ends, so party, friday, 1140 W. Diversey, it's a tropical one, dress
accordingly, take red line to fullerton and start walking, or brown
line if it's running to Diversey. i figure why not, readers are friends,
or at least they know me, supposedly, right?
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