I'm a non-orthogonal, stochastic, or maybe symplectic luminary-hearted soul got some of it wrong.
I'm "The Loneliness of the Middle-Distance Runner" in a "Stars of Track and Field"-kind of way,
I'm not Ulysses. I'm never going home.
Thus, it is only fitting that I suffer from Transatlanticisms.
You throw parties? How cool, I throw knives.
I know the trick is to keep breathing.
I'm pleased to spell "Ha-ha-ha, I've destroyed the hopes and the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics". But I do appreciate the smell of coffee on your breath against my neck.
And I'll blow you all to the wall when you realize what I've been working for.
(This is definitively a non-usual Thin Grad Line post. Just so that you all may learn a bit about my current music tastes... And my apologies in advance in case some of the videos are not available to Youtube viewers located in different countries.)
Aiguilles d’Entrèves traverse (3,600m)
6 months ago
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