Snapshots & Quick Takes
Was the attitude a byproduct of the title? 'Manager' does not make you important. Your subscription to Twice does Not make you cognoscente. Your febricity will not infect Those survivng on paltry hours. With staid countenance we watch your Extravagant attempts to motivate 'the team.' We can smell the antiseptic script you read from.
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Lonesome morning running shoes. Rain on the way to the Dollar jail. Forget lying preachers. Goodbye doctors.
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Why is mislead love A pistol shot? Blind Hurting--Whiskey drinking-- Walk away blues.
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The tailored crises of this Short handed world is not accidental. It's naive to place blame on the tepid or The truculent. The nasty and The nice must come to grips. The fat years are gone. The lean years are to come.
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I'll die worry hearted, whiskey broke. Deep hole sorrow killing sleep. Old leaving feeling. Despair driving down my tears.
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My shadowed memories differ From oppressive realities. I can't Eliminate the necessitity to create Luxuriant fictions. I don't recall when we first met. Unhoped for loved at first sight? I imagine You working the room with Unstrained beauty.
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A contagion exacerbated the dissolution. One can't undo the dishonsety but One can do the next best thing. Be watchful for false applause and Joyful jeers. This kind of knavery flies a Special kind of pennant.
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Sunday morning whiskey. Crying makes lowly Goodbyes. I'm trying mine. Street, cigarettes, pistol--trouble.
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You smile words that are Boorish, ostentatious, and whimsical To explain it all away. Your desire to sanitize through language Is ineffectual and unmanageable. I see through your malefic designs. Words do not make one saintly. The beatific are incorporeal.
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Woman leaving. I gambled on our feelings and My misled past. Got her aching goodbye on Sunday.
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Voodoo Shooter 