Write man.

1.25.16 - redone 3.28.17



Everyone had everything to say last night.
Telling you - you gotta write. Write. WRITE man. To feel it, to know your soul. It's the only bridge to happy dreams and hope. Love and nobility. Writing is pain known intimate. It's the medicine to nightmares. It's home again and it's onward from it all. It may be everything of who lived in you, but that's okkkk. Feel good again.

// So, to "hours to live" again!

Come one, come all -- a toast!
To the time when each of us met, to the beautiful lives of our dreams we chase. To these drinks we have, to the looveeee we'll make tonight (wink); and to dawn coming just a little bit slowly...





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