I'm at work. How many different ways can I say it? And when I'm at work, I wear no shoes. My feet get hot. Who can blame me?
When I'm at work, I listen to "Young Folks" by Peter Bjorn. This, I believe, is a fake name. Alias' are one of the things that make the world go 'round, twice. Let's live 2 lives. But, some would argue, this minimizes the expanse of living just one life. My response is, "Does it?"
When I'm at work, things are bombastic. Especially when I'm not there at all. In fact, things aren't bombastic at all, and the only level of bombastity that I experience is at home watching an artist performing on Vicar Street in Ireland. Bombastic.
If I told you my alias, I couldn't hide behind it, could I? N. Silver. What do I have to hide? "I'm an open book".
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