Them : You’re just a lucky son of a bitch.

Me: That’s about the sum of it….

So you can either let me help you or I can continue being dickish all day?

Both work for me. ⁂

“You’re the measure of my true decline. Your home isn’t in the underworld, you live in the back room of the liquor store.

My eternally hung-over angel, my Satan crawling like an amber worm from a bottle of Zoladkowa Gorzka.” 

― Jerzy Pilch, The Mighty Angel
Look I have needs to and I need you, right now preferably.
I am so in love with her that it’s ridiculous.
My invisible watch and I concur.

There is no time like now time.
Both because I am stubborn like that.

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