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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Stale Air.

Stale Air
by james bezerra

Oh Vegas, how I miss you. Though maybe not.
I think I miss those nights I don’t remember,
at the roulette table -
dollar minimums at 3am -
plied with cheap drinks,
drinking in your stale recycled air.

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Kink, but just the regular kind.

Hello and welcome to Standard Kink. This is a blog. So already you know I’m that kind of person. Herein you will find a lot of random miscellanea. I’m a writer still struggling to find his audience, so sometimes you’ll find my real writing here, short fiction and whatnot. But you will also find my bitter rants, my hopes, my dreams, and all the things I scream at the TV. I love the world, I really do, but it constantly challenges me to keep on loving it. They say that life is beautiful, but complicated. I agree.