Overtime.

I’ve just finished work.
I’ve got a blocked right ear
and
really sunburned titties.

What’s your excuse?


I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there’s nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime. And I missed you since the place got wrecked, and I just don’t care what happens next, looks like freedom but it feels like death, it’s something in between, I guess.
– Leonard Cohen.

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