i am up again against the skin of my guitar, in the window of my life looking out through the bars.
with much still left to do... im moving to san francisco.
oh and my art of rolling ciggs has gone WAY down
with much still left to do... im moving to san francisco.
oh and my art of rolling ciggs has gone WAY down
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I long to move to San Francisco... and wander around and take trolleys to obscure cafes, all the while talking to strangers and making eyes at stray kittens.