Dead Things

If you could cash out your life when you died I don’t think I would get much.

It would probably be enough to buy a good pair of shoes, sunglasses and bubblegum.

This has been the third week running where the women at the bar I’m going look like different shades of ugly to me.

Maybe all the pretty ones don’t stay in town during the Summer.

Or maybe I just don’t want to see beauty anymore.

I’m tired.

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