I don't claim this one, but I live it. This is a Jesse-assisted shenanigan. May we all live in the never-ending Summer of Love.
"Us night owls, we're a rare breed. We adhere to a different dogmatic stature.
Let us prey.
Though the evening's wrought with adverse circumstance, we prevail by way of known, solid substance. We win because we deserve to.
Amen.
Let the record stand. Let it play." -- Jesse "Average" S.
Yes. Indeed. This is the evasive eternity we flower with guilt over.
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