A Summer Supposition
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- chaimelimeliah
NYC seems to get into character in the summer time.
Its sweltering heat is so indicative of its persona this time of year.
NYC in the summer is a tall, slender man in a gray suit. Worn out at the limb bends, pilled and sweat stained, smoke stenched jacket hanging over the back of his broken leather chair.
His cup is filled with hops, scotch and ash.
Ideas settling around his head like a brumous cloud upon a bridge to Brooklyn.
His eyes carry a crepuscular charisma, his hair less kept.
Deep in thought he sells his soul to the devil, for conjecture.
But then again conjecture sells...
Not sure I said anything, or that I really needed to say anything, just felt like acknowledging the heat.
- Hanseatic0
My bum itches.
- neue75_bold0
he pees freely on the curb...
the air is ripe with his flavour...
- 23kon0
Shit, if it's going to be that kind of a party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes