My back…
It’s not like I drank whiskey last night and woke up with a hangover…
It’s merely The stiffness of a back and legs that stood hunched over a pedal board for 5 hours..
(doesn’t hurt if you care about it)
Right..
The physical body Is secondary when love is involved.
There’s no fucking paycheck tied to the thing.
It is the reward.
It’s the reason you give a shit about those paychecks..
Now your back is wrecked. .
So you toss back a Tylenol.
“small price”
Indeed… Small fucking price .
A bargain Even…
Now you can crawl back into the dumpster that is your waking life..
Salute.
🫡
…. .
I’m going to replace the rose tones with the microcosm
dusk 