I was watching the smoke rise from my cigarette into the black sky, illumiated by the porch light and the moon. It was absolutely beautiful. The world is a viciously pretty place that hurts so much. I want to make music. I want to understand this thing called life... but that would ruin it all. It is so perfect because of it's awefull flaws. Flaws make it worth getting up for.
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