Where I am?

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Thinking is good for our eyes.

Submitted: November 27, 2015

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And where I am now? At a coffee shop, where else. People coming, people go, some stayed, some don't, but it is not my fault, you know? I consider myself the shop coffee keeper. I mean, a real keeper, whoever mess with them, messing with me and my Glock 19, you see? I don't mind dying from an illness, I won't allowed a stinky scumbag good for nothing to take away from me my way of life, do you know what I mean? Thinking about how to keep me alive and kicking, doesn't mean I'm a psycho nor a Rambo, but being me, myself. Take a look at other people eyes, w/o staring at them, you'll see, hope, happiness, sadness, melancholy, even death, and those are the eyes that's put the alarm on me, the eyes of death. Eventually, I, you, them, somehow will meet in a half of a second, each one trying to punch the other one, the contrary, you got it? Don't go thinking, oh, I didn't know, yes, we all know. Take your pills or not, have your sleep or not, however, it can get you, it can teach you, yeah, even preach to you, then, zap! me? you? them? well, better them than me. So, where I am? at the coffee shop, like every morning. Can you find me? Is up to you, to meet our fate.


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