AWAKE.

B u y t h e t i c k e t, t a k e t h e r i d e.

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To coffee and tea. To The Office. And sugar. To books. To J.K. Rowling in particular. To gold. To night time. To my cat. To dark red. To Bukowski. To food. And to contented wisdom.

To coffee and tea. To The Office. And sugar. To books. To J.K. Rowling in particular. To gold. To night time. To my cat. To dark red. To Bukowski. To food. And to contented wisdom.

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Vincent #VanGogh why do you weep? You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep. Who was there to break your fall? We’re guilty one and all. Well, I don’t know much, but I do know this with a golden heart comes a rebel fist and I can’t help believing in those who would not quit. #StreetlightManifesto #HeresToLife

Vincent #VanGogh why do you weep? You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep. Who was there to break your fall? We’re guilty one and all. Well, I don’t know much, but I do know this with a golden heart comes a rebel fist and I can’t help believing in those who would not quit. #StreetlightManifesto #HeresToLife

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