1.1.17

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wake up with machine gun kisses,

brew the morning muse with the tribe on blast,

read the times on the brown chair,

push-ups and daydreams on the bamboo floor,

philosophize and write on the old desk,

run the trails for a good 6.2,

hot shower with a cold beer,

some alone time with someone else,

binge on flix and sketch on linen,

a fire and a cuban to season the denim,

laugh with my one over cooked food,

meet up in town to share in this life,

remember those lost and bring them with you,

write one more time then love by candlelight,

draw the curtains and sleep naked,

enter cloudland in color and in control...

 

and with everything, be unique.

damn, my ideal day takes a week.