Odd Walking Thoughts – Whiskey Speak

I pull at my skin. I can because it’s mine. I see your pictures and I wonder why they look perfect. It’s not that we’re perfect. It’s more like we’re here. Perfect is some place never. Did you ever wonder why whiskey found it’s way to the jar? We take a strong pull and place it on the table.

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