the non-existent paralax perplex of a fragmented fantasy.

*source*

waking up to the smell of bacon and San francisco's sun streaming through the window panes
he's an early riser
ruffles under the bed sheets
mmmmm....another day another exhibit,
pulls over white dress shirt, curating yet another hipster movement at noon
dash to the kitchen loft and bear hugs her partner
love your curls
love your logic
love your problem fixing attitude
love your programming


STOP STOP STOP STOP

someone hit me with a concrete slab, for that brain damage will be better that the above hallucinations

zzzzzz

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