New York, borne of ineluctable fate, a wanderlust has brought me to you! Watch over me and guide me freely through your many ravenous city streets. Your surface-area merely medication for my manic compulsion to wander- Insatiable desire to rove about finally cured? Hardly.
If you wander around long enough you eventually end up someplace worth staying awhile. But remember: Where ever you go, there you are. Wear-out your welcome.
1 comment:
YOU MEAN knapsack you nut face.
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