Seems like a routine known oh to well. Change the title and the attire, and my good sir you find your self in a new profession in disguise. Deal, or no deal? What do you choose? Whatever, my phone bill is due. I don't have a fairytale, in most cases their stories enlighten to fit our socially conscious minds. Like beautiful is light, and ugly is dark. How weak. Squares don't fit in circles and triangles need all corners, yet they build something new together. Rip it off me, take the badge and fuck the "book"! Your weak papers and dingy words can rot. Wait, no wait. In time. I'll subconsciously turn around to see it fall apart. Seems like a minute is forever when waited for, but when need, it runs so long. 5:00, its quitting time.
I hate traffic. Atlanta can kick asphalt in there eyes.
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