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Beat It Soldier AZ.
2 Reviews"Hey, sailor...wanna go for a ride?" as said by the street pony trading tricks for money.
…
…Are you okay?
Huh? Oh, yeah…me? I’m fine…that’s what you asked, right?
Careful, there, sailor… ...smirking... the bones look like they might rot off.
…
You still here?
Me? Yeah…yeah…can’t you see me?
Yeah. But you’re not here.
…
…
...Well...where am I, then?
…who the hell knows? California, probably.
WHOSE SINKING SUN DEVOURS OUR HOLES
That’s the one.
…sorry?
You said ‘San Francisco.’
…oh…alright.
Geez, you’re out of it.
HEARTS WE NUMBER AWAY
Yeah. I said that a second ago.
Sorry. I think there’s something wrong with me.
There’s something wrong with all of us. What makes you so special, soldier?
I’m not real.
LIES WE LIVE TODAY.
…Are you okay?
Huh? Oh, yeah…me? I’m fine…that’s what you asked, right?
Careful, there, sailor… ...smirking... the bones look like they might rot off.
…
You still here?
Me? Yeah…yeah…can’t you see me?
Yeah. But you’re not here.
…
…
...Well...where am I, then?
…who the hell knows? California, probably.
WHOSE SINKING SUN DEVOURS OUR HOLES
That’s the one.
…sorry?
You said ‘San Francisco.’
…oh…alright.
Geez, you’re out of it.
HEARTS WE NUMBER AWAY
Yeah. I said that a second ago.
Sorry. I think there’s something wrong with me.
There’s something wrong with all of us. What makes you so special, soldier?
I’m not real.
LIES WE LIVE TODAY.
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