Writing direct to prosebox (not word)
So I'm going out into the world cause I'm out of smokes, I look into my rearview and think "Oh my, what startling blue eyes you have, beautiful. How is people don't stop and stare?" And I'm thinking, rationally as I like to pretend I do often, that's a pretty fucking A good question. It dawns on me as I hit the first four way stop "oh. It's because you normally wear glasses you dumb bunny."
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