paying a few bucks to be around people,
place too cold perhaps, warm, depending.
black tea and the paperbag ripped
british television oozing into the hard drive.
hot water and the waiter had mayhaps
been disapointed when all i wanted was this
earl gray instead of a usual guiness.
everything dampens. same routine
with minor nuances. all life is just joys
of a people and if you're sick well then
its kind of selfish to ask for company.
contaminate them n all.
sherlock walks away a dragon voice
leading into intro.
in my head : epic poems of lazy men,
wrist cracking too much, books i should read.
on the tv : nicolas cage and his bad movies,
old Ned Stark as a blondie,
conversing with him in a city.
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