all the places you'll sleep, homeless animals you feed, and other people you meet... That's what makes waking up at 319 worth it, when someone knows you aren't there, when the freeways don't stop moving for you, yeah -you, taking a bath with a spray bottle, mixture of water and body wash with shampoo. Nobody stops, or cares, or gives a fuck if you're in a situation, or agreement -it doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore, but when you eat and where you'll sleep. The next place to change some clothes newly bought, just so in private -you'll feel better about yourself, so the dreams you continue no longer haunt you in the day, so you forget the sins, and faces, and lips that wait.
Visualize all the restraunts -with bathrooms close by, with food under five dollars, though you cruise around with 1400 in the bank..
all that matters isn't the routine of tomorrow, it's the mystery of now
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