it's a choose your own adventure. in a way. whichever way the wind's blowing.
as long as you're blowing.
oh.
and how soon it fails.
though, even self-indulgent, there's just that touch of the other.
and since i haven't gotten all lacian on you lately. it's the big one.
looking for an analyst. of the lacanian variety. if you can find it, it's in this city.
but i'm strictly bridge and tunnel.
manhatta's dead.
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