essay: #018 Vanilla Sky
It's all Vanilla Sky.
104.3 degrees, in the shade.
My editor says:
“I love it when you restrain yourself.”
My man says:
“Life is meaningless without you…”
The headline says:
“DEAD MAN RIDES SUBWAY FOR HOURS, BEFORE BEING DISCOVERED.”
# #
104.3 degrees, in the shade.
My editor says:
“I love it when you restrain yourself.”
My man says:
“Life is meaningless without you…”
The headline says:
“DEAD MAN RIDES SUBWAY FOR HOURS, BEFORE BEING DISCOVERED.”
# #
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