Hues Combined

Rustling leaves, shots of Vodka all around
Violet color flashes, thick, syrupy vintage pour
Sparkling blue radiance, water from the sound

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I'm angry and I can't hold it in any longer. The more I think about it vile thoughts run amok in my mind. There is so much that needs to be done and I can't do it alone with a junior mint in tow. I have no life, no friends, no family, and no aide when I need assistance. The only places I enjoy taking junior mint are probably infested with some sort of news-worthy, infectious disease that will cause even more worry and concern. I am not enjoying life at all and extreme guilt lays on my mind like a blanket of Irish wool. Stifling any happy thoughts that might remain. What's the solution? I haven't a clue. Will it end anytime soon. I doubt it. Is it my fault? No comment