Date: November 9th, 2018, 03:00 pm
Once there was a poor white kid. Never a stud, but still possessing a certain charm. Holding a guitar in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. Started feverishly writing tunes to the melody of his sadness, intertwined with a sense of humor and some kind of rebellion. Flicking his finger at the great conformism at play. By which he shaped the dark laugh, the purest form of reality. Mundanely poetic and beautiful, yet odd.
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