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@MORSOSPLENDENTE
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the chime of chains announce his presence , hovering near @MORSOSPLENDENTE .

is surprised by the sudden company . maybe he didn’t have to be all alone in santa carla . “ here , need a lighter ? ” cigarette dangling betwixt digits , placing it near charli’s lips .

for you ? always .


i wanna live a life from a new perspective.

“ a ticket . ” he’d expect a small venue , buy one get one free drinks . “ yeah , i would like that . ” parties make him nauseous , & crowds make him wish he owned a gun , but it’s tempting——& it was so much better than staying in bed , drowning in self—pity . ( + )

“ ya’ got me there . ” silence creeps in for a few seconds , enough to allow the cacophony of the looming boardwalk to sneak in , blanketing them with the sound . “ you perform often ? ” muses , eyes still trained on the verses & the bridges , etched in dark ink over ( + )

stares at the journal as if it was some foreign , alien object . raises a brow once more , because he’s suspicious , & is wondering why anybody would want to speak to him in this new , sinister town . “ so you’re a writer too . ” cool . songs aren’t his thing , but ( + )

nods in understanding , before lips form a fleeting curve . “ just fuckin’ with ya’ . ” not really . “ what do you sing ?——like , you in a cover band ? ” he’s talkative , for once . conversations aren’t something he enjoys , but it’s late , & solitude is a son of a bitch . ( + )







