This isn't just morning sex --
it's mourning sex:
elegaic melody in which we lament the memory
of every encounter we liked,
but now know
didn't measure up.
"Shots of vodka are concentrated sad-face."
15 hours ago
After an 18-month exile Just Left of Nowhere, The Ruler's Back in Brooklyn. The kid was born a Beta, but accidentally got cool somewhere along the way and is still figuring out what the hell's going on. If nothing else, he makes a great wingman. Holla atcha (Brooklyn) Boy.
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