...på mitt liv
Projects turned into margaritas in the Village. Into silly giggles and afternoon intoxication. By the time China went to bed, Sweden went out, I went home. Circumstances turning into excuses. Lewd behavior and the paintings on the wall suddenly crooked. The unexpected somehow expected, in the aftermath. Painted fingernails and planned brunches ahead. The hangover will pass, when no one is watching.
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