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I made friend with a regular street to the square jaw. We stayed together listen to an old jazz musician improvising a sad melody a cappella in a tight sweater. The love of two girls around a pair of glasses disproportionate made me smile. It is sometimes good things to follow a fashion trend, a convention. I walked with the whores that I admire and intoxicated with wheels. There is nothing truer than the people who openly expose what they are. I sing every day an ode to imperfection. I wondered why people did not see this fragment of town the same way when a car stopped to ask me about the commercial value of fellatio. I would like to be continually surrounded people like themselves, who take life for what it is, without waiting for all that it can offer. This emanates from the sun's colorful past sometimes my life too turquoise.