Sometimes the reward outweighs the baggage. Who's to say who has it harder or easier we all struggle so if we find someone that dances well with our demons instead of trying to change us it's obviously worthy of our undying attention. It's paradise to meet someone interesting and strange and brilliant because they are a dying breed. The poets and artists are becoming reclusive junkies playing Atari from dusk till dawn. Vampire bites on the thigh of the grunge queen with the baby powder breathe and by nightfall they will come

out of the woodwork like coyotes howling at the moon watching French movies drinking sparkling soda. New moon coming soon and all will be blessed . Catnip and moonshine red wine and turpentine I want to try it your way this time

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